The way you look at her
Is different from how you see me
I sure miss last summer
When you only have eyes for me
But it was my own fault
It haunts me every passing day
I'm sorry; I regret
When I left you hanging last May
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Written Things.
PoetryThese may be about usual things happening to me. A brief thought of mine about life. Or about my feelings in general. Compilation of rhymes, thoughts and written things. © redthreadoffate | All rights reserved. 2015
