Nobody could understand me,
Except for you.
Nobody really saw me,
Except for you.
And when I finally thought I met a pure soul,
You left.
You suddenly didn't want anything to do with me,
You just wiped me off the face of the Earth.
That was really low of you,
Especially for someone of your standards.
I don't know what your problem is,
But I'm putting my foot down.
It hurts me to do so,
But I have to.
Because I don't want to be deal with people who think they can be friends with me for one second,
And the next I'm nothing but a speck of dust floating in the air.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
