You're dead on the inside, and there's nothing I can do. Because the person I loved is no longer the person in you. Sandbox Poetry
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You're dead on the inside, and there's nothing I can do. Because the person I loved is no longer the person in you. Sandbox Poetry
Your voice gives me goosebumps, while your love gives me road rash. And yet I will still let you drag me as far as you want to. Sandbox Poetry
If I put my sadness in a sippy-cup, Maybe I wouldn't drink it away so fast.
Maybe I loved myself more when you were loving me too.
And if you can save her, save your savior. -Sandbox Poetry September 22nd, 2016
Because rain, it can turn to snow. And my heart, it's already too cold.
She said, "Don't you dare write me a love poem. Our love is a poem enough."
I walk by Two names Carved into the same tree. And my dog, How I hope they are still In love.