We have all had that one mistake
The one who we cried at night over
They always lied...
But their eyes lied said they had 'changed' and that they are 'better now'
But in the end...
They left.
And we're the ones picking up our own pieces again
YOU ARE READING
Poems
RandomIn this book I'll be posting poems (duh ;) ) Some very personal others dedicated to people. Please enjoy!
