You're not fooling me.
I see through all that high heels and makeup.
I know you're really that girl I used to tease on the playground.
Why'd you change?
Why'd you change me?
Didn't you realize that what you were changing, was what you loved?
Once it was gone, no wonder the love went with it.
Your poem is really sad. :/*
I think about change often. I guess change is necessary for growth?
Not really a poem, I don't think. Or maybe it is. If so, messed up...