Time has passed since the two of us talked,
About a year since the day that you walked,
I suppose I was too hopeful to remain friends.
It's not as if I wanted you gone completely,
I'd have been happy to talk to you weekly,
But I suppose I was too hopeful to remain friends.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
