Reformed
It's crushed,
and you know why.
You broke it,
and made me cry.
I felt it,
and wanted to die.
Do you even understand why?
It was strong,
the Love I felt.
You left me,
and I delt.
Everything you did,
made me melt.
That was how I once felt.
I moved on,
and felt reformed.
Together we,
felt conformed.
As if I,
had been reborn.
It's so much clearer, now that i'm reformed.
by
NikisNightmareposted on 09/23/2009
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