Why I Miss You, I Don'T Know - Poem by Arianne Owens
I'm not gonna be nice
Im not dropping my fists yet
to be back with me, theres a price
I'm not gonna be nice.
My trust you'll never earn
This I truly know
my eyes hurt, due to these flames that burn
my trust you'll never earn.
Down my face, rolls a tear
me crying, I thought you'ld never let
losing you, I faced my biggest fear
down my face, rolls a tear.
you will never care
so my silence is all you get
it hurts when they say, 'we'ld make a cute pair.'
you will never care.
I guess I'm now a stranger
my hearts broken and beat
I wish I didn't care, say good bye with one finger
I guess I'm now a stranger.
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