You said you don't feel the same
As the butterflies you had the
very first day;
What changed, my love?
You say you've grown tired
of my old soul, and my affections
fluttering around you like moths
round a flame;
You changed, my love.
You changed.
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Bruised Hearts: Poems For Over Thinkers
PoezieSimple thoughts for the average teenager, whether it feels you could jump for joy, you're grumpy and blue, or in love up to your ears. Here is something for you.
