A poem I put together from my journal in Creative Writing class a little while ago. I hope this isn't bad poetry, but then again, I'm reeeeally not a poet, so yeah. Here goes.
You told me you loved me last night.
The next night you, my love, were mine no more.
I now feel pain where I once felt love,
My eyes, once holding desire, now shelter tears.
For now, I must struggle to pick up the pieces
And maybe next time, be as selfish with my love as I can,
So that I can hope to never feel this way again.
So...there it is. Pretty self-conscious about my writing so I don't know how I feel about it. Maybe some more tweaking.
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