all of my poems are written from the real feelings i have about my friends, family, and life experiences. I'm very kept with myself and do not like to deal with alot of people but i love to spend as much time with all of my friends. I am very confusing. But I think I like being misunderstood. |
It's been a while now,
Eight months and 1 day to be exact...
It aches my heart to see your face.
you think i don't know that you had me replaced...
How could I've been so blind
I should've known you were unkind...
Looking back on these last few years
On the memories, I shed no tears...
His faded complexion and light blue eyes
They looked upon me and took me by surprised...