I gave you all I had,
Especially my trust,
But your love was just lust,
So all you said were lies.
Or maybe they really weren't,
Sorry if I assumed our exclusive playin',
Was far from actually datin',
So is this all my fault?
You called me yours,
And I called you mine,
Dates with red wine,
And late night movies.
All of that is gone,
But I'm not afraid to rebuild,
Because maybe the love wasn't killed,
And maybe we can fix what we have.
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I'm Just Trying To Find Painless Love
Poetry"Sometimes it's not the butterflies that tell you you're in love... but the pain." -Unknown Part Three: I guess I still need to learn. --------- A collection of 2018 and 2019 poems 12/3/19 #5 in livinglife #47 in painfullove 19/3/19 #182 in finding...
