I was at the bookstore today
And I heard the song
You told me about
I don't think you know
That song always reminds me of you
I miss you
But I can't stand you
You always said words
That proved I'm too sensitive for this world
Incase you were wondering
That's why we stopped talking
I'm sorry
I wish I could've ignored
Every word you used to say
That used to make you laugh
And made me forget I even had a purpose.
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly
PoetryI'm more into writing stories and fiction, but I thought I'd give poetry a try. This book is an ongoing collection of poems or short phrases I have written throughout this past year, mainly about having hopeless crushes, learning how to grow up, and...
