Sometimes I sit and cry.
Because of what you did.
You left me in the dark times.
No. . .
You put me in darker times when times were dark.
You broke my heart.
Left it shattered.
I thought we were friends.
But now you just left me hanging.
From a wire.
And now, I'm all alone.
Now, more people are leaving.
I want you to stop messing with my heart.
Stop playing with the shards.
Because in the end, you will cut your self.
And I will give you no pity.
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My Feelings Of Poetry
PoetryI still often update, but not as often. This is a story about my feelings, in a poet kind of way. I am not very good at rhyme, but will try. These can also help you. Wise sayings in these too! I constantly change what I write, so be ready for long c...
