This late night dreaming
got me thinking
Maybe we were better off
without the pain
Maybe it's time I wash the
memories down the drain
If you cared you would've stayed
Yet here you are
Far, far, far away
Maybe I'll wipe the tears away
I'll be like you
And forget about the good ol' days
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Poems, Sweet Nothings.
PoetryA 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.
