It gets tiring, being the girl,
That waits around for her whole world.
I've waited around when you promised to love me,
And I realized you never did, suddenly.
Why did you say it, if you didn't mean it?
More importantly, why'd I believe it?
It'll be sad, to wake up one day and find,
I've spent so much of my life waiting around, that the world itself has left me behind.
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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... (:
