One minute I'm teasing you,
picking on you.
Trying to make you mad.
Then the next thing I know,
I'm thinking of all the mean things I did you.
Then feeling bad.
Finally realizing that I've fallen...
Fallen in the trap of love.
And...
So have you.
Or so I thought.
We both feel into a trap,
that's didn't mind staying in for a while.
But....
This trap caused pain.
Not only for you,
nor I,
But also our friends,
and everyone we loved.
We found that it was to late to get out of this trap.
I couldn't find my way out,
but...
You did.
You had a choice to go so you did.
And now...
I have to find my own way out,
Out of this trap called love.
-Aaliyah W.
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PoesíaDifferent types of poems, no poem will ever be the same. My thoughts put into poems. I was thinking this may be a way to express my feelings. And possibly encourage others as well