It feels like a part ripped out;
a piece missing.
All the lies and mistrust,
I can't ever put to rest.
I'd love to try;
but you don't love me.
not anymore.
We said money didn't matter.
We said money was meaningless.
that love would drive us through.
But it doesn't matter anymore,
I don't matter anymore,
Cause I don't matter to you.
I swear I'd never sell you out;
never ever, not the man i love.
Too many arrows pointing,
All in the direction against me.
I don't blame you;
i'd blame me too.
i'm sorry.
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Allusions of Life // Poetry
PoetryThe simplest way to convey something is through beautiful, simple words. They portray the most complex, and the most layered issues. Whether it's the daydreams I fantasize, or the issues of the world, I will write about it. This is my poetry. This i...
