A secret for our eyes only
A blood oath I took with you only
So why do I see you over there
Over there twirling her hair
You said that I was your only one
Even when your girl was gone you still stuck around
So why after all this time you leave me for a book of stories never told
Whispering to her about our days
Let me stop you there
I flip my hair
I'm the only girl or you can choose her over there
But if I leave I'm done capiesh
The boots where made for walking not begging or talking
DU LIEST GERADE
Not Mine
PoesieLove is a feeling we a feel. There are different types of love. And sometimes as a teenager we mistaken love for desire. From rants to poems this book is a ticket inside my mind and the world a teenager lives in. Because in the end he was never mine...
