she changed.
no one knew why.
no one knew how.
but they miss
the old her.
because this new her
embraced darkness
like it was the
best thing in the
world.
everybody misses the
old her.
but she misses
her old self
more.
YOU ARE READING
Cry
Poetryi want to satisfy you, even if it means you seeing me cry. *poems with no rhymes but has a deep meaning. *lower case intended. *it's a little bit bad at the beginning, but the further you get, the better the poems are.
