When you said I had you,
I think you might’ve lied.
You don’t realize how much I know,
But I know what you tried to hide.
You made me fold away my conscience,
You were a temporary fix to the pain,
What I didn’t realize was,
You’d only bring more rain.
You were my everything,
I thought I was yours too.
And the really crazy part?
I still love you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Me
PoetryThis is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:
