Andrew
This poem is for my childhood sweetheart. I will never forget him…
No matter how hard I fight,
I can’t help wishing I was with him tonight,
in spite how he treated me,
wont he just let me be,
even though he holds the key to my broken heart,
its worthless,
because he tore it apart,
and he left me here,
all alone in fear.
I can’t help wishing I was with him tonight,
in spite how he treated me,
wont he just let me be,
even though he holds the key to my broken heart,
its worthless,
because he tore it apart,
and he left me here,
all alone in fear.
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