Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
My heart is dead.
I'm such a fool.
Why did I fall for you?
Why did I fall for you?
It seems that every time I get a good thing that comes into my life, I am the one to mess it up.
Everything always seems to be my fault.
How can I be better?
Why can't you just tell me what I am doing wrong?
I get it.
I'm sorry.
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A Collection of my Inner Thoughts and Most Personal Feelings
Poetrythis is clips of poetry that I have written that I feel like sharing with the world. :)
