I'm jealous,
I'm hurt.
But what can I do?
I'm not in the yours.
You admire her;
Made your world by her.
And all I can do-
Is wish that I'll be her.
When will it be me?
You'll kiss and cherish?
When will it be me?
You'll hold until we're cold?
-roseesesch
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoésieThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
