Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2019
Did you mean to steal my heart?
My freedom?
My happiness?
Was the urge to much?
The need to watch me misjudge,
What I thought was love.

You stole everything I had
and ran.
I haven't seen you since.
Tegan
Written by
Tegan  17/F/Uk
(17/F/Uk)   
153
   Bogdan Dragos
Please log in to view and add comments on poems