And I can't bear to see that look on your face, not when it's the face of a loved one, not when you stood by me when they all left. So I'm sorry, I'm sorry for wasting your time with my broken self but I can help but want to at least try when I'm with you.
A/n: Almost done!
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoesiaJust some random poems I right in my free time. Sorry if this sucks, criticism is welcomed but try not to be harsh.
