I was thinking today
that the ex probably
thinks that all of these sad poems
are about him still.
But the truth is...
Seven years later
they are about you.
Still.
Like it?
Like it? Leave me a snap. You know...like snapping instead of clapping in a coffee house.
Also could be interpreted like, "Oh, snap!" if you don't like it.
Also could be interpreted like, "Oh, snap!" if you don't like it.
Readers
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Don't you Dare
All poems (and artwork) are property of Chelsi A. Johnston and are copy write protected. Please don't plagiarize...it's mean.
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