The broken glass and the splattered paint.
Oh hun look at the mess we made.
The loving words got sharpper until the hateful words was all you gave.
The scream and crying.
Oh hun look at what you did to me.
Had me thinking it was my fault that you couldn't stop lying
Ripped picture and drowned notes.
Oh hun but what did I do to you.
YOU ARE READING
It Should Have Been The Flower
PoetryThe sun never saw the flower's true beauty because he only bloomed in the night.. A collection of my poems and feelings ( do not steal cause , Hun, they ain't that good)
