Why must this
Every time I give “it” to you
You throw it away
You throw it in the pile of rubble where “it”
I gave you everything but
It meant nothing to you
It was worthless to you
I put the world in your hands
But you wanted more
You took but never gave
You took “it”
And never gave it back
In the pile of rubble is where my heart lays down
For its final breath
“R.I.P 2021-2022”
- Author: Susanne (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 31st, 2022 19:04
- Category: Unclassified
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