How can you be older than me but still act so immature?
It's hard to be with you, talking to you strikes me as chore.
But at night when I think you, I consider something more,
I consider that you're worth it that I won't hate you anymore.
I'll hate the feeling you put in my chest, the feeling so sore
I'm forget all that happened, how you left me so lorn
I'll paint you different, as a rose not a thorn
I'll make you glad, cause expressions you've never worn
But oh, why do I feel so torn?
When you said I love you, I could've sworn,
I felt the heart you held wish it was never born.
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Poems Penned Precisely by Me
PoetryA collection of poems or just general pieces of literature that rhyme. No theme to most of them tbh
