An old poem from middle school
The softness is wonderful
The kindness, great
The happiness, sweet
There's nothing better
Than the time
I spend with you
But all great things end
I love you, but it hurts
Now glass shards stab me
The heat burns me
The softness is now hard
The kindness is gone
The happiness is bitter, it hurts
I feel nothing now
It has poisoned me
I slowly bleed
Every time, I cry
Every time I see you now
It hurts
It hurts to know that
We shared a love
No person can easily find
We were meant to be
But we lost it
And every time I think about it
Every time I see your face
It hurts
More and more every day
It hurts
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Wild ride- A poem anthology
PoetryLife is a wild ride, this is a collection of poem written by yours truly. I hope you like them, I pour my feelings into every one of these. I have a LOT of them.
