Blue dots on my paper that look like tears but aren’t.
Is this my soul telling me that it knows I’ve screwed up by letting you go?
I don’t even know my own feelings any more.
I’m dying inside from pain.
Watching you suffer after you’re new golden girl dumps you.
Is it wrong to cry tears of happiness when you tell me this?
Because I feel horrible doing this even though
you cheated on me with her and then dumped me for her.
I hope she dies for taking you away from me
and from making you sad afterwards.
*adam im sorry for this
ha...I go out with Adam.... well maybe it ain't so funny... or is it. Come on don't cry no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm tired of hearing his name