It is still my birthday.
My family is tight on money so we don't do much.
I nap.
I dream.
My girl is with her in this dream.
They are having fun.
In my dream I call Her, the other girl.
She says, "Do you even know what she says about you?"
I wake up.
YOU ARE READING
Her. (rough draft)
PoetryThis author has gone through the most brutal breakup she's ever endured, she needs an outlet. Enjoy
