It’s funny how you stole
All the best parts of me
And still asked me to stay
You stole all my best qualities
And all of my memories
My innocence was one
Love songs made two
My first dance was three
And it’s funny because
You didn’t even love me
We didn’t even dance
We didn’t even date
We never said I love you
But you still made me
Every day
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Hello ♡
This is the second poem in my new "Peach Collection" but they can be read in any order. You can find the first (and now third) poems here:
♡♡♡ Belle ♡♡♡
About the Creator
Belle
I host unofficial challenges and enjoy writing microfiction and poetry.
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Comments (6)
Loving this series. You've chosen such perfect imagery to express the themes.
A tough reality indeed! I enjoyed this collection. I read them out of order, but I don't think it mattered. Each was cohesive with the others and equally heartbreaking.
I can feel your pain in this poem. Love the idea of peach collection!
Well-wrought! You might check out the album artwork for The Allman Brothers' "Eat a Peach", might offer further inspiration, just because it's good work. Here's the wikipedia article, with pics of the album art throughout: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eat_a_Peach
This was soooo heartbreaking! Loved your poem!
Ouch.