I pretend I'm fine
When his no longer mine
I miss his lies that escaped his lips
Sounding like a beautiful sympathy
To my ears
His touch, his arms that traced my body sending electric waves around my body
His wet kisses that clammed me as his
His love felt so real yet it was just fake
I was just another game to him
Another girl to break.
I heard he found a new girl now
She's pretty and nice
I heard he really loves her
I heard he changed because of her.
I still miss him but I was just another stepping stone for him to find his perfect girl his willing to change for.
_Tao
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Emotions In Word's
Poetrywords better written than said. Emotions better written than shown. Art better written than painted. poems better written than spoken. Not very one has a voice to speak up so we write instead. Rose's are red violets are blue if you are a Poet or poe...
