Shaking, because I'm starting to pretend,
'Cause the drug's wearing off and I'm feeling the end,
And maybe you'd believe me better,
If I sent you a letter, one note, straight to your heart,
This love is breaking me, and everythings' crumbling,
Maybe you could believe me now?
There's so many words I need to hear, believe me.
I knew this couldn't go far but I was broken-up,
It's complicated and I didn't think I'd fall in love,
But I did, I should've known better,
Wrote down; 'words can't fool you, no, not again',
But I fell for you, and I lost a friend,
I ran to you whenever life fell and I stud you up aswell,
Love sprung from no-where, but what's left?
Do you love me like you suppose you do?
There's so many words I need to hear, believe me.
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The Box
PoetryThe Box. It's a booklet of poems. From life experiences, mainly battles and triumphs in love. If you'd care to read, proceed... :)