Just as I sit alone I reflect back on the past,
I think about all that I've been through,
I realise it wasn't really worth it,
I loved her with every bit of me,
Having no ego to text her first,
To listen to all her complains,
To bare with her mood swings,
But what do I get?
A heart which has been crushed to the last of its peices.
A girl who was once a poem which I couldn't recite,
And my life a story I always wanted to make a best seller.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
Just as I sit alone I reflect back on the past,
I think about all that I've been through,
I realise it wasn't really worth it,
I loved her with every bit of me,
Having no ego to text her first,
To listen to all her complains,
To bare with her mood swings,
But what do I get?
A heart which has been crushed to the last of its peices.
A girl who was once a poem which I couldn't recite,
And my life a story I always wanted to make a best seller.