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Mar 2017
It always ends the same another pile of ashes,

That once started as a flame.

Another tragic ending to one of my many bad romances but this is nothing new.

She says I don't see a happy ending even if you grew to a better you,

I still think I could do better boo.

So if you ever see her I advise you to go speak to her,

But call her by her real name it's Peter,

Because the day I said I think I can do better too is the day I seen her petty grew.
Mikey the Poet
Mikey Pooler
Written by
Mikey Pooler  Washington
(Washington)   
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