By Vrunda Sakure
at first the words used to flow from my heart to my hands effortlessly
now I just keep holding back myself from writing anything
Now I fear I will be stuck in that feeling forever as I keep writing About it
Now it takes a lot of hurt to hold a pen in my hand.
Don't want you to know but I want you to know everything I own
But the only thing you know is you, that I can never own.
He says don't you write poems about me they just make things awkward in friendship
This one's the last I swore
But how many last poems I'm writing,
I'm losing count now
Even if you lie about how you feel now,
I'll keep writing about you now,
Cause there's plenty of hurt in my heart now.
By Vrunda Sakure
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