I watched the boy I loved
Slip right past me
Like he didn't realise
That he'd already torn me
And there was nothing more painful that I'd ever experienced
Not today
Not yesterday
but in all of my existence
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teardrops and coffee stains
PoetryFor an old soul. Or the broken hearted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Credits to @vania_devine for the amazing cover!
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I watched the boy I loved
Slip right past me
Like he didn't realise
That he'd already torn me
And there was nothing more painful that I'd ever experienced
Not today
Not yesterday
but in all of my existence