The thought of you infatuates my mind
All day,
All the time.
But I have to wonder,
What if it's a lie?
After all the times I've made you cry
and left you behind,
You'd still be mine?
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Poems, Sweet Nothings.
PoéziaA collection of sloppily put together poems that I make in a form of venting. Enjoy. -- most of them aren't written in the correct form poems should be, i tend to avoid it.
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The thought of you infatuates my mind
All day,
All the time.
But I have to wonder,
What if it's a lie?
After all the times I've made you cry
and left you behind,
You'd still be mine?
