He used to write me letters, Tales of how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. He used to write me poems, Each morning I wake up to his sweet serenades of how lucky he was to have me. He used to write me notes, Each day his love was written just for me. He used to write me… He used to write … Continue reading He Used To Write Me
You don’t know Pain the way I do, you don’t know Pain the way she knows you. Continue reading Pain and her Friends
You never spoke about it You never consulted Even when asked about it You always laugh it off Thinking about it now… Damn I feel insulted. You always swore that I would always come first I guess to you actions speak less. I always wondered if it was me you were ashamed of Or was it just your Ls you saw in the reflection that came … Continue reading
