Am changing for him,
Though I'm giving him away,
When we are close I try not to go astray,
Though I want him every hour every day,
When he's with them I pretend to be fine,
But my heart feels like a wasted wine,
My soul becomes drifted in time,
I am beginning to learn how not to cry,
It could be easy but to me it's not a good try,
I want him to be her's soon,
So I have a reason to move,
And at night my only companion will be the stars and the glittering moon,
I will have to kill the love in me,
Take it from a 65 to a 20,
Being away from him will be unbearable,
But that's the price for loving someone who is unlovable.
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A Place For My Depression
PoetryIt started out as poetry but just turned it into me talking and venting to be honest it's where I pour out all am feeling and it's still not enough so read and be engrossed in my weird world💔☠🙃
