I see my always get given back as a sometimes box
Sometimes he loved me back
But I always cared for him
Think of me as a little girl saying "why doesn't my mummy love me? "
Cause that's essentially what I am
I am a lost little girl who wonders why nobody loves her
I know one person who always will but everyone else runs
So that's why I accept his sometimes rather than looking for an always
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Gloom
PoetryA collection of poems that vary in sadness and happiness, Some are sad and the thought of them hurts Poetry marked mature cause you never know and i like to be prepared But have a look and see if you like I wonder if I can make your heart hurt the...
