I don't know what more to do now,
I would wait for you,
Will wait for you,
But every time I see her in my place,
A little piece of me,
It shrinks,
Every time I see her in my place,
All the sadness I felt at this and what has happened,
It turns to anger.
Every time I see how you carry on,
Carry on when I have made my peace with this,
Broken and made my peace time and time again,
I see you carry on in such a way it seems,
That you draw those who would help to you,
And yet you simply push them away.
Every time I see how you carry on,
A little piece of me,
It shrinks,
Every time I see how you carry on,
All the sadness I felt at this and what has happened,
It turns to anger.
Every time I see how those that I loved,
They have left me,
They have scorned me,
They have insulted me,
They no longer have my trust.
Every time I see how they cannot believe me,
A little piece of me,
It shrinks,
Every time I see how those I loved have left me,
All the sadness I felt at this and what has happened,
It turns to anger.
All those pieces of myself that I have lost,
They were the pieces of me that I had given to you,
And the pieces fell away.
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Book of Poems
PoesiaA book of poems written by me. Enjoy, and try to understand. I don't really know what to say about poems, uhm, yeah, sometimes, it helps.
