I don't love her
Sure she is beautiful
So pretty
A rose in a sea of
Lilies
But she's not my rose
She loves me
I don't
My smiles are fake
I kiss to pass time
I hold them
And I let go
But I don't love her
It's sad, this is just
A game to me
Between school, home and practice
Her love is just a
Sweet release
I don't love her
I love what we do
I love the kisses
I love the hands I hold
But I don't love her
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
