My Poetry
The way you say you love me I know can not be true
Because you always put your friends before, Which I never do
I lay at night thinking of ways to fix it
But all I do is think of ways to end it
You hurt me deep inside where all I do is cry
Why do I remain this way, because I don't know what to do
All I have come up with is to break up with you.
This is the poem I wrote last night to you know who.
Because you always put your friends before, Which I never do
I lay at night thinking of ways to fix it
But all I do is think of ways to end it
You hurt me deep inside where all I do is cry
Why do I remain this way, because I don't know what to do
All I have come up with is to break up with you.
This is the poem I wrote last night to you know who.