Walking to the diverge,
She hates the feeling,
Its Kicking in again.
She's sad she's still falling,
She's mad she keeps falling.
She had to find a way,
To just get away.
Its just another goodbye,
And it's just for the day.
As she lie to him,
Making him believe
She'll be back tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
