5/15/24
I'm a fool
I let one statement turn me blue
I fled, fell deep into my tears, those in a pool
Crying into the arms of some girl I barely knew
I hope that made you feel cool
Ripping our dreams apart
As if they were useless
As Dollar Tree glue
YOU ARE READING
Tales of a Pretty-Eyed American Baby (Poetry)
PoetryI like to think of myself as not an author, not a poet, but a girl who just wants to be loved, cherished, and understood unconditionally. Unfortunately, in today's society, that's just too much to ask for... and I hate it here. "Just like any old t...
