The Real Truth

Me and you in the feild of flowers

staring up and the giant towers

making up our story as we were going

though back then i didnt know the hatered flowing

I was happily skipping around

thinking we were bound

turns out I was dreaming

the night you were screaming

i coverd my ears and blocked the red flags

but you had pulled to many gags

I was blind to your tricks

you were pulling up random chicks

I was avoiding the truth

as I was still in my youth

but the truth came out

and you would just pout

I didnt miss you the first time

I was with the morning sunshine

But you came back

and then made my heart crack

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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