She's happy
With someone
That I'm not
Yet my pining
Still won't cease
As she tells me
How her day went
Sending me hearts
With every message
Making me weak
As I know
They mean nothing
As long as
They're sent
To me.
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K47 Poetry Book
PoetryJust.. All of my poems. Put into one place where I can share them without typing them up constantly. Please don't copy any of these, as I worked hard on them. Thank you. Note: If there is a writing where the title has asterisks (*) around it, READ A...
