Borrow my sorrow, I'll disguise my lies.
I'll break your heart before tomorrow
And leave you before the sun will rise.I'll take luck, before you wake up
And leave you to rise alone
I'll break you and I'll shake you,
And block your number on my phone.I guess I'm just bored of how
You poured yourself at me.
I'll rip you up like scrap paper
And laugh as I'm finally free.I'll leave you broken, not a second I will pause.
I'll leave behind the hurting, the arguing, the slamming of the doors.
I couldn't care at all. Even if I'm the cause.
And the truth be told... I was never yours.
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The Best of Billy: a compilation.
PoetryHighest rank of #3 in poetry. A collection of my best poems picked from my poetry albums 1-6. © 2019 Billy Waugh