i told you
that the storms inside of me
would wear on you,
hard to believe
on such sunny days
as the one we met,
but the winds
and the rains
will change you—
and you will grow weary of me,
and when you do
i will have nothing left to say,
but please don’t go,
and I told you so.
I’ve missed being on here. And missed your poems : these are so good.
I’ve missed your rants!
Awwww 🤗🤗
Glad I’m back receiving your poems, miss them when they don’t come through.
❤️ I feel this, all of this, completely
thank you:)