I looked at you.
I knew everything would be ok just like I wanted it to be.
Now it's not and my heart is slamming into my brain.
A love so pure,like fucking Jane Austen.
Changed forever.
You always thought I was the one to stray,alway said women did you wrong,
"Lousy broads all of em!".
But you were the one saying all those loving words to another.
Let's be honest,I don't know you.
The old adage is true,things are never what they seem.
I was so happy.
You made me so happy.
Now all you cause is a dissatisfaction under my skin,
But this is what we all put ourselves through hoping one day it will change.
The heart does it not evolve?
YOU ARE READING
Ghosts in my yard
PuisiThis book is dedicated to relationships, human and substance,it's all the same. Pain will leave enough scar tissue for a suit of armor but love, it is out there.
