My heart feels like someone tore
it out and won't give it back.
I can't love anyone but her.
She has my heart, and she can't give it back.
Because I gave it to her.
And she didn't even know.
And I feel so guilty about it, Because I'm with Him.
I feel so guilty
that my heart belongs to someone else.
I can't love him
because I don't have a heart to love him.
She has it.
And I can never get it back.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Thoughts In The Three AM
Poesíadon't judge. it's depressing and is going into my book. Edit: it's not going in a book, but it is a way for me to keep my emotions on a page instead of in my head
