Posted in Poems

other girl

my mind takes me back to when we first met

the days we would talk for hours on end

me sneaking out to see you

the days you held me close

now you call me names and think I’m crazy

you tell me that you had another girl

your the reason for my tears

maybe this isn’t meant to be

maybe I don’t compare to this other girl

maybe just maybe I’m not good enough

-XOXO chana

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