Our history is simply a pattern
When one heart is menden
The other is shattered
And though we try to help each other
We only hinder one another
Our two souls aren't compatible
This relationship just isn't practical
I can't help but wonder
What spell you've put me under
For every time I try to cut ties
You get that look in your eyes
That look that says, "Please stay"
Not this time though
I have to go
Your spell has worn off
So I'm done with you
Get lost.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust poems I write during school when I'm bored. Some are bad, especially the first few, but the rest aren't half bad. They're probably really dark but there should be one or two happy ones.
