He loves me,
He loves me not.
I'll play this game,
Till my heart stops.
He calls me pretty,
He calls me cute.
Why doesn't he just shoot?
The petals fall on the floor,
Drowning in my blood.
It's just a stupid,
Little game.
That's slowly making,
Me go insane.
YOU ARE READING
Is your joke still funny? (Book 1)
PoetryI love you and I'm missing you (All disclaimers in the bar above :))
