FeelingA Poem by It Doesn't Matter
Sad, because you deserve better
Mad, because you tell me otherwise Are you blinded by the idea of me? Because you've had no other Empty, at night, when you're out with your friends Bragging about me You wonder how you got so lucky I wonder whose this girl you talk about "Beautiful, smart, sweet," A stranger. Worried, one day I'll hurt you Sad, because you deserve more Mad, because I'm too selfish to give you up Empty, as your sixth glass of whiskey
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