i thought
You were my best friend,
i thought you had reilized my love
You didn't feel,
My heart was tore.
It was a lie,
You did feel,
A great amount,
And it was real.
I must be insane,
I didn't think love did exist,
But I knew it was true,
When you made me promise to stop the scars on my wrists.
I broke it off,
A stupid mistake,
There was nothing left,
For me to take.
I asked for a second chance,
You hesitated,
I figured you thought,
I was over-rated.
But you gave it to me,
a smile I couldn't stop,
With lips as red,
As a strawberry crop.
Now I see you,
every few days,
You send me,
Into a craze.
YOU ARE READING
she finly gave up( an colection of poemes) €°}
Poetrypoetry for the darkest of souls who have been lost umong the recage who have lost hope and want to end there suffering .but know this life goes on and makes you stronger the scars show who you are and what you've been through ;} I know what you feel...