Now she's crying in the middle of the rain
asking herself, for why she's not good enough.
She's perfect.
But she has chosen the wrong man to capture her heart
layers and layers of insecurities
Now her heart is caged by the man
unable to feel anything but sadness.
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Cry Me A River
Poetrywords I fail to speak so I write them instead. Highest rank (#47) in POETRY (#46) in OVERTHINKING
