Some say loves alright
So why does it only last for one night?
They say loves okay
So why none of these bitches bothers to stay?
All they want to do is play
With my broken heart
These known feelings of me
Just begin to tear me apart
Slower & slower I draw into my abyss
Feeling into the darkness
& for one solemn last kiss
YOU ARE READING
When We Were Young
PoetrySmell the rose. Place it in arms, Hold it close to your heart, and never forget me. WHEN WE WERE YOUNG.. A Bunch of Old Poems By: "Untitled"
