You always get into stuff
That you shouldn't.
You wanted another chance
But we both know I wouldn't.
This whole image is hastily painted
And strangely cropped.
It's spinning too fast,
And I wish this game would be stopped.
YOU ARE READING
Hopelessly
PoetryThe difference between this time and others, Is that they were all wrong. This feeling keeps me up at night Because it once felt so right. But it took me so long To find out I was wrong. And there you go again, Pulling at heartstrings. Once again, c...
