You're still hung over that traitor.
Sweetheart, I don't understand why.
She was a pretender, a traitor,
Someone who ripped your heart out and made it shatter
As if it meant nothing.
Why are you still hung up on her?
Focus on the ones that really care
I'm begging you!
YOU ARE READING
Nobody's Poems
ŞiirSome of these poems are really depressing. But I hope you enjoy them if you want to read them.
