I loved you
But you left
I helped you
But you still left
Now I'm all alone
Sitting on the swing
The swing where we met
Where we fell in love
Your daughter loves this swing
She goes to it everyday
If just she knew
That this swing
Was the sign
Of our love
YOU ARE READING
꧁𝙼𝚈 𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃𝚁𝚈꧂
PoesíaWhen life gives you poems, read them. When a pen touches paper, it creates something that we all want to read. Where these ideas come from I have no idea but I know this is all my imagination. "Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic"-Albu...
