Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2016
Well ****.
                      It happened again.
          Our eyes met, my heart melted.
We spoke, and I fell in love all over again.
                  But none of it was real.
                  He didn't feel the same.
             It's been one too many times.
             I won't be hurt by you again.
                  So goodbye to the boy...
                with the red pickup truck.
Poetry Fanatic
Written by
Poetry Fanatic
365
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems