Make me
Can you tell me
what do I do,
'cause I want to flee
after you spoke the truth.
Make me realize,
the hurtful reality.
You rolled the dice,
then chose to set me free.
Have it your way, then
Even though I know
That you faked a scene
So no secrets will flow.
You love me, don't you?
Make me love you again, then.
Make me.
-Pam
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Life, as it is
PoetryA set of words, phrases, stanzas, and sentences describing the cycle of how I fell for him, and how he hurts me undescribably.
