I gave you every ounce of me, I can barely move,
i gave you all my heart had to give, it's in a dark place.
I know it hurt to let me go but you don't need to rub your happiness in my face.
About the Creator
kirsty kensington
I am very shy and i wouldn't normally put myself out there. I love poetry and english, i hope this helps as i'm very intrigued at putting my poems where everyone can see. I trust you i definitely won't make you laugh.
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