The Bad Days Poem by leslie baker
The Bad Days
Sometimes I think about everything we had been through
When I see you checking me out
I knew we had something special
But ever since we stopped talking
You act like I don't exist
Like we never shared love
You said I was special
And you would protect me from anything
But all I need is a shield for my heart not to get broken
Yes, things have changed but have we changed?
Is our love fainting or gaining?
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