our love was like shooting stars
bright and beautiful
but as soon as we hit rock bottom,
the shooting stars were dark and broken
just like how we ended up
dark and broken
-written by kxnglarreh
YOU ARE READING
State Of Mind
Poetrywhen things got hard you left because it was easier for you to walk out than to stand by me and fight you are just like the others guess you never loved me like you said you did
