I'll tell you what you told me
"Your special to me, and I love you"
You said that. It came out of your mouth
So why, only a day later, do you treat me like a stranger?
Because, Monday evening on the bus journey back,
my head was on your chest, your arm around my neck
you whispered the sweetest words into my ear
and by what you said, I thought the message was clear
"your the only girl I want," you told me, "I promise you that"
so why, when the sun rose early the next day,
did you put on your snap-story for a girl to pop up?
Was it a lie? Did you fool me?
Are you playing me silly?
Because I'll tell you what I want to say now,
"Do you really love me? Am I special to you?"
YOU ARE READING
emotions ~ poem collection
Poesíasometimes I feel sad, so I thought, cos why not, put them into poems. So enjoy, I guess. And yes, that is me on the cover. Ta da.
