What you call love
I call pain.
Like a dove
I didn’t remain
I knew I couldn’t stay
With all the lies.
All you did was play
And watch as I slowly died.
You saw my hurt
And all you did was smirk
As I fell with every blow
You called it a show
I called it hell
Until I said farewell
Then he came along
After I waited too long
And saved my life
And made me right
Forever and always
It’ll feel like a daze
That lasts until the last bell chime
In the summertime
Forever by his side.
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Kaylee Leith
Just a teenage poet trying to make it in life. (:
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