I understand
You're happy now
Great, have a good life
Me
My feet are deep in mud
I don't think of you
Unless you do something
Calling me childish
Will only cause you pain
For I was over it
That's why I don't talk to you
But hurt me once more
And you're dreams
Will become nightmares
Your love will know the truth
This is your final warning
Don't push me too far
I don't think
You want
To see the devil
Just yet
-Kayla
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Life Can Be Hard
PoetrySome poems I write in dedication to my aunt Miriam Galvez who unfortunately lost her battle to cancer. Some of these poems are for people who suffer from depression or people who just enjoy poems. I write them to connect with people, so the ones su...
