Love is a strange thing,
She thought,
Looking down at the ring,
Such a frail thing,
Made of paper and string,
What could it bring?
To a life full of sin,
Wondering what could've been,
And it'll eventually wear thin.
Because love knows no guise,
When I looked into his eyes,
And it will not hide,
Through spiteful lies,
And uncut ties,
And it will never abide.
Until he starts making alibis,
For when he comes and leaves,
And I'll notice the different perfume-
Scent that is caught on his sleeves,
And I will never perceive,
How he cannot grieve,
From the pain he caused,
When he deceives.
And he thinks I believed,
That I couldn't see the lipstick stains,
On his collarbones and cheeks?
And fire coarsed through my veins,
As I broke the chains,
Of love and hate,
Of perhaps everything,
And I will never forget the fighting,
Because now love is nothing,
And it will never be something,
Or at least not to me.
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