I can't blame you for my broken heart.
You tell me that I'm "special",
To me, you're the devil.
I mean,What was I expecting when I was walking around with an open scar?
At the end of it all, no one seems to care about a replaceable part.
So many times I've fallen in this trap, now I'll just let you enjoy yourself with that peice of crap.
You say that I'd do the same with anyone else, geuss you were right.
you're just like the rest to me.
I've learned my lesson and accompleished my mission.
Lovers, are nothing but two horny suckers, and their happiness will only last a few seconds.
YOU ARE READING
Breathers.
PoetryThese are just some of my random thoughts and you can also say that it's a collection for my other works, I hope that you find them enjoyable♡
