miércoles, 14 de noviembre de 2012

I used to.

This is a homemade poem I made my own talking about who one person used to love someone but it finished in a tragic way.

I used to adore you,
I used to feel tickles in my stomach.
I used to adore you,
You were like air to me.

I used to love you,
Everyday I watch your picture.
I used to love you,
but now you are dead.


1 comentario:

  1. Quite funny, I should say. Still, very well done Connie! This is definitely an original love poem.
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