You used to hold her tight
You had her by your grip.
You had it all in brief
You used to be gentle
You had honour
Now
You are just an asshole
How did rain decide to
Shower down on your head
To break you down in your own game
Your game changed by the sound of the whistle..
It's just sad
Looking at the before and the after
Wishing we could go back in time
And resurrect the old you
For the new one is just pathetic
Boy Fidel Leon
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Mr.Poetic
PoetryThis piece poetry does the impossible It makes the loveless feel loved Dooms haters Zooms u back to reality Makes u smile Even if its for a sec It is worth the hustle
