You
What can i say about you The things i knew about us, just a few First of them is that i was your joke And because i was blind i couldn't know For you, it wasn't even that hard A stanger you were, a stranger you are But what about my heart It's only option apparently is to fall apart You see, you came to the door of my head And it was a suicide, letting you inside my bed I never loved you So why am i aching now? I bet it's the idea of you That i liked it since it saved me from my pain But now you were gone and you left your memories Why didn't you took them too I got no place for more worries It was fun in the beginning But later the shit get real Too bad that you don't know how that really feels Don't worry i'm not mad at you I will never waste my time at such a thing But i guess i need to warn you It's true i'm the type to forgive Even though i never forget what i live Keep your guards up And your eyes open Revenge is coming for you I hope you already know it And in the end, i have to leave you I liked your company but i died, too bad for you Congratulations, you'll always have a room in my head But i will look your memory in their till you see the face of death " I hope you liked that poem as i poured my heart in it, and i will be so grateful for a feedback. Also if you like my wrinting and look for more similar content make sure to follow my account" Thank you 😊❤ ~PurpY 💜~
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