When you sit alone,
do you think about me?
When your friends talk about girls,
do you miss me?
When you see me cry,
do you think it is your fault?
When I pass you with a new boyfriend,
do you feel jealious?
When I stare at you,
do you wonder what going through my head?
When we touch,
do you still feel it?
Or did it die.
Ask these question,
before you leave her.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry.
PoetryPoem all written by Paintingtheworldgray, they are older and some are newer. Don't read unless you like depressing poetry. The cover is not real blood, I made it with Fruit Punch Kool-Aid, so no worries yeah?
