I still dream of you coming back
To me, begging for me back,
Pleading for my forgiveness.
And every time I tell you to
Go to hell,
Just so you can feel what I have since the day you left.
YOU ARE READING
Him
PoetryLove is a hard thing. Getting over the love you lost Is even harder. It was torture; But when I look back Years from now, I will smile because Although I thought I would never be okay, I will be.
Hell
I still dream of you coming back
To me, begging for me back,
Pleading for my forgiveness.
And every time I tell you to
Go to hell,
Just so you can feel what I have since the day you left.
