I remember the day you said I look lovely,
And the day you said you're sorry.
That's when you ended our story.
Now, you are killing me slowly.
I remember how you look me in the eyes,
And how you try to break the ice.
But, I don't feel the butterflies.
I'm so sick and tired of all your lies.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts [INCOMPLETE]
PoetryHave you ever wondered if I'm okay? 'Cause I always do, darling.
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