Part of me hopes you hate this poem.
Part of me wants you to croak.
I want to fill the corners of me that sort of sold you out.
People will scream “go get ‘em champ”
But fame is lost on me.
Ghosts of you pop up and frighten me from time to time.
And fate finds it funny that you could care less about the objects in my heart.
I find it funny that I’m not laughing.
Faded love is all that is inside me.
So let me fall asleep because I could dream a better earth then this.
Part of me wants you to croak.
I want to fill the corners of me that sort of sold you out.
People will scream “go get ‘em champ”
But fame is lost on me.
Ghosts of you pop up and frighten me from time to time.
And fate finds it funny that you could care less about the objects in my heart.
I find it funny that I’m not laughing.
Faded love is all that is inside me.
So let me fall asleep because I could dream a better earth then this.
tianaxbiddy
Boosflash
insaneprincess
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