I guess you forgot darling dear,
"My condolences. " I said and and shed a tear.
We have to bury this love together,
For worse or for better.
I always loved you more than I should,
Coming back is something I wish I could.
But I guess I'm just cursed,
You held me tight and I bursted.
You're saying you're willing to talk it out,
What was that about?
I used to effortlessly follow you to the end of the world,
In your lap is where I curled.
Once my love is gone,
I'm really done.
And I'm sorry for making us a mistake,
I know you would love me no matter what's at stake.
But I'm going to let you go,
This has to end so.
Because I'm simply tired of you,
And all the things you try to do.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PoesíaNote: 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.
