Your painted words became a blur.
And everything just turned into a slur.
You're not who you were.
You used a mask to cover what really would occur.
Your pretty lies all tied.
The thing that let our relationship die.
And when it ended I didn't even cry.
The tears were simply all dry.
Love springs.
It rings.
Filled by Cupid's bling.
Yet it stings.
It did it's worse.
And now I truly know that love hurts.
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Life Scars (1)
PoezieCollection and series of poems about the journey of life scars and how you're not alone on this journey.
