She happened,
And you won't even look at me the same,
What's breaks my heart is,
You look at her,
the way you looked at me.
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.
