I want to go home
But I'm not sure where that is anymore.
When you left, I was torn
I was lost
Now that the rose colored glasses have shattered
I see now why everyone ran and hid
Once you arrived
You deprived me of things that
Made me whole
Forcing you into my empty wounds
And I had the audacity to call it love.
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A Series of Poems.
PoetryI like to write about real things. Sometimes lighthearted, other times with deeper meaning behind them. Interpret these as you will, and I hope you enjoy. Don't forget to vote!
