Don't become happy for someone else demise,
even if there happiness isn't mine.
Jealousy isn't refine,
but i criticize my crimes,
as if there weren't mine.
and say goodnight as if its not morning,
just because I'm a waist of time.
he still wouldn't belong to me.
i guess ill try,
i know ill get criticize if i don't.
but **** these guys,
in my heart that's a lie,
in my heart is him.
the one who i cant succumb.
I thought i can tame my heart but once again i was played,
I wish i could erase the days i fell so hard,
then maybe i wouldn't have fell apart.
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