By Arcassin Burnham
I was just a loner with a hoodie and a deep mind,
Use to call your name in a crisis but you seem fine,
My name remains a mystery to you just wondering,
If anything you say is bad now , it's not comforting,
Finding coffee and comedy fastenating Everytime,
You didn't help me when I was down now don't you ever give me time..
Don't you ever come around,
Don't you ever look at me,
Don't you ever talk to me..
Don't you ever come around,
Don't you ever look at me,
Don't you ever talk to me.
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 28th, 2017 11:20
- Comment from author about the poem: ©abpoetry2017 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/05/inferior.html
- Category: Love
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