Moving on

By , Pearland, TX
Days, weeks, months have passed
Since we've spoken last
I used to sit there,
Thinking about how life is unfair,
Wondering what I did wrong,
And trying to fix myself with sweet melodies of songs
I feel like a fool
Because you used me like a tool
Now I'm moving on
And I'm leaving behind the pain I've undergone





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback