The truth?
I built you for someone else to have and to hold.
You tore me down, for someone else to clean up.
Now you realize, I built myself back and you're torn apart.
Isn't it ironic, we are now the way we began.
Yet, I'm wiser, and you're still wondering why I'm not there.
YOU ARE READING
Sun, Moon, and Stars
PoetryThis is a book of non/poetry A book of my thoughts, my feelings, and my everyday life. This started out about me but, now means so much more, this is for you, all of you. Thank you for making my wildest dreams come true!♥️ #961 in poetry, 2-8-18!
