Not many people understand,
She was so important to me,
Still is.
They don't understand
How it felt to lose her,
To hold her in my arms
And know she was drifting
Further and further away.
She came in wrecking ball,
But now that's she's gone,
All that's left
Are the things she knocked over.
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Musings Of An Ambivert
PoetryCombination of rubbish poems by a rubbish poet. These are mainly about events that happened to me and things I think people need to acknowledge. Ranging from heartbreak to love to dangerous words to processing feelings to showing scars. Enjoy!
