You walked right out on my heart.
I thought it was all my fault.
You played me from the start.
I knew I should have been smart.
You didn't care if I fell apart.
I treated you like you belonged in a vault.
You treated me like I was a spare part.
But You did help me create bad Art.
YOU ARE READING
Poems From a Mad mind.
PoetryPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
