I'm writing poems about other boys
While still crying over you
I'm looking into brown eyes
Searching for your blue
My heart is ripped open
I'm dying from the inside out
Yet, I still dress to impress
Bat my eyes
Make sure I have my red pout
I've begged to do drugs
I've pleaded to die
All you gave me was the heart
Of a different guy
I say I won't break it
But we both know, I lie
My mind
My soul
My body
All belong to you
You ruined me
I'm just too good of a liar
For other's to see through
©lunabrosla
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