"foredoom" poems
The way it began I should have known.
Thinking that it'll work out, how could I be so wrong.
Held the thread of hope for way too long.
But he never came around. He was always gone.
I should have noticed the pattern, the downfall.
Because
We first made love on a break up song.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC