You told me that leaving me,
was not something you could ever do,
but you're a liar,
and me, for you, a fool.
You have walked away in the midst of the daytime,
what will you do when the clouds turn grey?
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.
