You used to love me
When you looked at me
There was this glow
There was this fire
You had hope
But we fell apart
And now
When you look at me
There is this burn
There is this fire
You have hate
YOU ARE READING
Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
Poem 13
You used to love me
When you looked at me
There was this glow
There was this fire
You had hope
But we fell apart
And now
When you look at me
There is this burn
There is this fire
You have hate
