I heard you got a new girl,
I heard she's more beautiful than a pearl.
I told my heart not to miss you and smiled,
I guess you never could hand a girl this wild.
I miss you,
Is the bittersweet truth.
It makes me a little blue,
But I've still got my opportunities and youth.
I'm a sinner not a saint,
I use the blood from the hearts I've broken to paint.
I'm not a muse,
And there's so much for me to use
But I thank you if you don't stay,
Because otherwise it'll be your heart that will pay.
In today's world you're either the pray or the hunter,
And you need to choose in order to survive the harsh winter.
I felt your lips on mine in summer,
In the fall we died like leafs and it was a bummer.
You tell me you still love me,
But that's not how I want it to be.
I'd rather let this be a tradegy,
Then let you love me anymore.
I always get my way and this ain't no prodigy,
Because you're such a bore.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PuisiNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.
