you were the one that I loved
I used to adore you, but not anymore
your black shoes don't matter to me
I found somebody to fall in love with
I gotta tell you my witchy, witchy lover
would you understand that this is over?
our days chasing rainbows to gleam are done
our days eating vanilla ice cream are gone
I liked the way you glowed
part of your enchant was make us blow
your ginger hair doesn't matter matter to me
I don't care about your weird way to be
you were my favourite awkward
the one I adored, you had my heart
but now I don't mind your poison apples
nor your long collection of candles
I gotta tell you my witchy, witchy lover
would you understand that this is over?
our days scaring kids of anything are done
our days cutting daisies in the spring are gone
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Édith's Bad Poetry
PoetryI'm a poet, but I don't see my art transcending to the world. I don't even see it as art. It was just a form of self-expression while I was through horrible things. But I've grown up and I'm not the same, and so isn't these rhymes. I still wanted to...
