Laying in my comfy bed. Are you tired? No not yet,

Thoughts are flowing through my head; dude I gotta catch my breath.

Since the day that you left, all I've been is just a mess. 

All this stress is killing me; what happened to me being your queen?

I'm seeing now what I should have seen, like a shooting start underneath the tree.

You were my wish, you were my dream; but now it seems like we were nothing. 

Nothing but a love story in a book.

Nothing but a song with out a catchy hook.

Nothing but the invisiable look, you gave me when you took, your final steps away. 


My first poem (:

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