You know, when it's day
Well... what can I say
I just don't feel mad
But when it's night
I feel so goddamn sad.
And I don't know why I miss you so much
Maybe it's just because the touch.
But you are gone, not missing me
And I wish you were kissing me.
All the poems I have written
It's about how you have bitten
My cute little soul you never loved
And the body you wish you fucked.
I am so sorry for saying these words.
But sweetie, it's getting worse.
My head miss the way you acted
And my heart wish you good luck.
Things are so damn hard
When I remember the words
They were so sharp.
And I hope you had fun ruining my hope
Cause you know. You used to be my dope.
And I don't want to let you go...
But I already did, you know?
YOU ARE READING
Reasons For Watering A Dead Flower
PoetryWould you be my lil flower?? I'd be more... had I had power...
