I want to impress you by not impressing you,
I miss not missing you,
I love the truth of not loving you,
Yet the truth is I'm not telling the truth...,
I can't stop thinking about the times she was always thinking of me,
I could cry to think I once made her cry,
A cry of happiness,
Now a cry of depression,
That I can never make her cry anymore.
RadicalBoulevard
2 comments:
power fantastic weas.
The beautiful one's, they hurt you every time.
hahahaha that made me laugh last line was funny, "Now a cry of depression,
That I can never make her cry anymore"
txt the girl bring back bad memories...
p.s i need to edit loads of my poems can i make it a monthly slot.
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