To leave my heart behind
I had to go to the city
And in the shape of him
My heart came back to me
I can't help but miss him
His ego and blue eyes
I can't help but hate him
He couldn't even try
I lost my identity but
I found myself in you
Even though your eyes
Are a different shade of blue
I can't help but miss him
His ego and blue eyes
I can't help but hate him
He couldn't even try
Whether in the city or my head
I'm a sucker for pretty blues
Though I'll try my hand again
For the pretty hazel in you
I can't help but miss him
His ego and blue eyes
I can't help but hate him
He couldn't even try
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The Poetry Collection [Editing]
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...
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