My Dear Mr.Wrong
Jealousy, its taking my head.
Sad how I care about you and that bitch.
Not an obsession, just a dirty confession.
Don't open up my eyes I'm afraid I might die.
How little I know about you and me.
Just a distant memory, Mr.Wrong
YOU ARE READING
Just Jenny
PoetryJust a glimpse into my mind. Or if you want a better synopsis, read below. I like to type out my feelings into poems with no actual structure. I hope to make you laugh sometime and even cry because I just do. Warning: these come from angsty teenag...
