You say you want one thing
Then you change your mind.
I really hope it’s goodness that you find.
When you’re playing these games,
In a short time frame,
Tell us what it is you want,
Cause you’ve got yourself to blame.
You keep using the people who love you without money or fame.
What do you want?
You keep those doors open
When they should have been shut.
I just wish you’d let me go,
I don’t know what you want with me anymore,
The person I loved the most
It doesn’t really love me more.
—s.g 2017
About the Creator
Serrena Gragg
Welcome to my poetry page. This is where I will leave pieces of me for those who care to read my thoughts.
More from me at
https://linktr.ee/Serrenathedead
xoxo,
S.g
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