its Sunday morning
and everything repeats again
nothing new to explain
but just one thing is mismatched
the feeling of detached
I look at the clock
in hopes of waiting for it to end
to only be in shock
to see my bestie again
The feeling of betrayal
washed over me
as I saw he wasn't
walking towards me
So foolish of me
to think that he loves me
but he was talking
to his gang like he would be
He lost a diamond
that was ever so rare
or was it just my despair
-Regina
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Poesíajust a collection of relatable and heartfelt poems written by me :) If you are heartbroken this poems might be just for you.
