He called me pretty
He called me beautiful
I should've known
It was to good to be true
He was to good
To good for me me
It didn't make sense
I should've realized
It was a lie
A lie to make me cry
That's all it was
Even though
He called me pretty
He called me beautiful
He didn't mean it
It was to good
To good to be true
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Some Are Dark, Some Are Sweet
PoetryThis is a book of poems I am writing for pleasure. My title is not concrete so if you have some suggestions for it please comment them. Some of my poems can seem twisted, but to find out more please take a peek inside. (Book cover is something I am...
