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My problem is believing lies never said.
I believe you won't leave me,
It sticks in my head.
I put close to all my trust in you,
But in the end, guess what?
I'm the bloody fool.
"This time will be better." I always seem to say,
Yet, I end up crying over you, every single day.
I loved you, I did, you taught me to smile,
I thought you'd love me back.
Well, you did, for a while.
We promised one another we'd stay by each other's side,
But the only side that actually stayed was mine.
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YOU ARE READING
P.S.
Poesia"Not all Art has to be art. Some Art is simply the Art of writing." ~ T. Durand
