Whats left of us
You still hold a peice of my heart,
yet you're slowly tearing it apart.
There's nothing left of what used to be,
and inside that's slowly killing me.
Knowing your love is no longer there,
has got me pretending I no longer care.
So follow me into the past if you dare,
because the feelings im hiding will always be there.
YOU ARE READING
The Feelings Inside
PoetryJust some short poems I've written. My friend keeps telling me that their good enough to post so I'm finally doing it. I have written many more but I'm just gonna post either new ones or ones I just feel like sharing at the time. ENJOY!!!
