I get on with my life as if you weren't in it,
I'm a charming kind of person,
I'm rather nice at that.
But when I start to dream i'm reminded of you ,
Reminded of your eyes,
Reminded of your hair,
Reminded of your cologne,
As you brush my hair.
You were a bit of a smart ass,
Who loves to bitch and moan,
And it makes me hate you all over.
I hate your eyes, I hate your hair,
I hate your name, I hate your voice.
But part of me can't get rid of you,
No matter how much pain you put me through.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection : Volume 1
PoetryI have decided to put my poems into one place so that it is much easier to find and read. These poems can vary between sad, happy to death and being alive. They can relate to life problems such as depression and health issues but they can also rela...
