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.