He didn't love you,
He won't love you,
He just want you for sex.
Don't you see it?
Don't you feel it?
He didn't even texted you to say goodnight.
He didn't bring flowers when it's your monthsary.
He didn't asked you what you did all day.
He just want your virginity.
That is the truth!
When he is bored on his bed,
He thinks of you,
How he takes off your dress,
What you look like when your naked,
He won't remember it after you've done it,
Because he didn't love you after all.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PoetryRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.
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