yet again another poem feel free to rate it or rip it up to change it (repost it pls) or give suggestions
as i write in my book
i think of all the things she took
things that can't be returned
things that must be relearned
she took my love and all my joy
she used my heart like a toy
but to her i hold no hate
for this was just an act of fate
yet the memory of her won't fade away
so in my book it will stay
upon the ink ridden pages of my mind
she's the only thing you will find
as i write in my book
i think of all the things she took
things that can't be returned
things that must be relearned
she took my love and all my joy
she used my heart like a toy
but to her i hold no hate
for this was just an act of fate
yet the memory of her won't fade away
so in my book it will stay
upon the ink ridden pages of my mind
she's the only thing you will find