I told myself I wouldn't miss you
I told myself I wouldn't care
It seems that all the promises I make
Are ones my poor little heart can not bare.
I told myself I'd forgive
Told myself to forget
To always remember
Karma has a sharp wit
You made me laugh
You made me cry
It seems like this is it.
Good day and good bye.
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The Drabbles of a Young Mind
PoesiePoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.
