Just a simple text but it's reeling in my head,
The words that he said fill my mind with dread,
Every mistake that I made comes back to me again,
Knowing I should learn and stop playing mind games,
And people try to help me constantly but I am so stubborn and cannot see,
Love will be the death of me mark my words,
As I lay in my bead and I toss and I turn,
The heart is not to be played with.
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The Collection
PoesiaA collection of poetry. No theme all the way through, each poem has its own story to tell. God Save The Queen of Camden Shadow Remember Me Maurizio Fortune House The Heart's Not To Be Played With I am Love's Fool Fresh Start
