Pulling Petals
Pulling Petals
By Gena
He loves me,
He loves me not,
He hates me,
And acts like he forgot;
He breaks my heart when he gives me the look,
Of hate, disappointment, and then throws a smirk
I miss him yet he doesn't miss me.
I can still feel the magic that we used to have,
The joy, the laughter,the happy tears;
They're all gone; all that's left is an empty soul.
and the thought of what we had and what could have been...
Copyright © Gena Anika | Year Posted 2015
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