He makes me feel loved,
And fills me with joy,
I always enjoy,
Spending time with him.
This love isn't real,
His love for me is dead,
Because of the words I said,
And all the things I've done.
He doesn't see forever,
All I see is an illusion,
Which causes me confusion,
Questioning what is real.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
