The You You Knew
by Elizabeth Anderson
The you you knew
is almost through,
the lines you drew
now reddish hues.
You asked me who
took me from you,
who made me new,
and if it's true-
but I see through
the lies you spew,
and seldom few
would now want you.
is almost through,
the lines you drew
now reddish hues.
You asked me who
took me from you,
who made me new,
and if it's true-
but I see through
the lies you spew,
and seldom few
would now want you.