Crying like it's rain,
Looking for someone to wipe them away,
All we had washed down the drain,
Leaving a part of me missing.
We used to spend nights in our motel,
Talking till we passed out,
Now it's just hell,
A torture all in itself.
Everyone is nothing but fake,
Making the same empty promises,
Like our farmhouse on the lake,
With two kids playing in the grass.
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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...
