Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I continued to try and forget about you.
You told me the same,
Then I thought it was lame,
To wait for someone,
Yet I didn't have so much fun.
But now I sit here,
Waking up in fear,
The fear of being lonely.
Oh how I sound extremely phony.
-carmella.
YOU ARE READING
heartsick
Poetrya collection of poems made originally from me and from the inspiration of other writers:)
