She was good to me
She supported my visions
She took the repercussions
Of all my poor decisions
Even at my lowest
When I can't get a win
She always has my back
Through thick and thin
Things are going good
Then I'm right on que
To push her away
Like I always do
I wear my heart
Loosely on my sleeve
Until we get too close
Then I'll decide to leave
I tend to fall in love
With every pretty face
And when I get too close
I'll say I need my space
The rules of the game
Are to what I've conformed
But hell hath no fury
Like a woman scorned
YOU ARE READING
In My Thoughts
PoezjaThis is a collection of poems that I use to express the waves of emotions inside of my head.
