• writeroholic 14w

    Of course I'm over you,
    But people will always know of you,
    And my kids will still hear of you,
    After their worst heartbreak.
    You weren’t just my first love,
    You made cotton harden into rock
    And those kind of magically awful things
    Are hard to explain
    But turn into beautiful poetry
    (I'm now a diamond that shines so bright, it will blind you).


    ©writeroholic