I don't make the best poems, in fact, I might be the worse... But poems and quotes are what I live by... |
Oh how sad,
How sad it was for her...
The kindest of them all
Earn the pain that grow tall...
Was it the mask I took off? Was it the real me...
I made myself a servant of yours, I stayed by your...
It hurts. It really does. When all you ever think about is him, when a part of your heart is still full of him, when the thoughts of him still haunt you. |