Do you still keep my pictures on your wall?
Is my artwork still hanging from your ceiling?
I didn't want to tell you but I always had this feeling.
Have you got any sympathy for what we had?
I opened myself to you, wanted to stay
But you pushed me and ran away.
I wanted to say it's alright, I lie as well
But you didn't want to listen
And so into this dark, deep sea I fell.
When I was hurt, you were there to listen
In my eyes you were the one I loved
I guess for you to stay that wasn't enough.
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Poetrythis is my canvas. i write about feelings and other fun things. i don't know what i'm doing so if any of this sounds bad when you read it, i'm sorry. i write because it's fun and it helps with getting things off my chest. i hope someone likes it eno...
