Your the inspiration to my poems your the cut on my wrist your the blood on my finger tips slowly dripping into the drain you are the reason I'm mad sad and even hurt you are the tear rolling down my cheek like the other fifty-million tears I have cried for you I'm not ready for us to be through I still love you
*please vote this poem is true it's about my ex Brandon he moved to Texas we were together 2 years*
