Get Your Premium Membership

Miss place pieces

You use to be my pride You used to be my joy.now that you left my heart has been destroyed I want to pick up all the pieces but it's hard when some are missing how do i move on when everytime i turn on the radio i hear our songs Now a stranger is showing me passion and showing me she cares Now the piece that i thought that was missing is right back there

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.