As I cry to Bon Iver songs,
I know now that I was wrong.
No one has ever been interested in me,
Maybe that is why he went to flee.
I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve,
I'm sorry but I just can't believe.
Maybe next time I won't ever let my guard down,
and he'll be the one to drown.
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Contemplations by Rachel
PoetryA heartfelt collection of poems, love letters, & writings all written by a teen
