"The scary part is I can never know whether everything was a lie. Every promise, every soft kiss, every tight hug, maybe it all meant nothing. Every "I love you" either whispered in a hurry or when we were just willing away time in each others arms was just a sentence. Did I really mean something to you or was I just a random girl? A way to soothe your ego, or a passing hobby, one where you spent time on and suddenly got bored of. Never a necessity and just mere whim."
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Poems I Love (2)
PoesíaThis is part two of the poems, quotes, and song lyrics that I love. If I find them with the author I will write the authors name on it. If you have any of your own and you would like for it to be in the story, ask me and I can do that for you. I ho...
