Who am I to pretend
That I did nothing wrong
I left you in the end
If I find your door's locked,
I've no one else to blame
I can't pretend, I can't
What right do I have to
To look and smile at you
When I left suddenly
My excuse, so flimsy:
I can't bear to get close
This close to anyone
Who am I to pretend
That I did not feel pain
A dreadful sense that I
I can't go back to you
No matter how much I
Want to run to your arms
Who am I to pretend
That I can still go back
Act like nothing happened
That I did not hurt you
That I did not leave you
That I did not loved you
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Cinnamon Shots
PoetryShots for strong, sweet, bitter, salty and sometimes, the favors mix so well, come see what you can taste from these words. collection of the poems I've written :) some of these poems are in freestyle or measured and rhymed. most of my poems are s...
