I know you're not my gift anymore
I know I can't want to call you on the phone
I know you're her gift now
I know I hate her for it
YOU ARE READING
I miss him
Poetryhere lies a chronicle of grief, sadness, and personal emotion i hope it might make someone feel less alone
Present Envy
I know you're not my gift anymore
I know I can't want to call you on the phone
I know you're her gift now
I know I hate her for it