I look at you, and I see hope.
The want to leave an just elope.
To be just us two, and enjoy our lives.
It's the perfection I long for and strive.
You make it hard, and you hurt me like hell.
I try to stay strong, but this story I must tell.
I don't want to be mean but here it goes.
I'm scared of being with the same old hoes.
It's not your fault, and I know it's true.
I couldn't help but fall in love with you.
You care sometimes, and sometimes you don't.
You know I care, and leaving you: I won't.
So I end this prompt story with a request.
I want what we first had; the best.
Sotp being so cold-hearted and appreciate,
The fact that I could be your soulmate. :(..
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Roses are red,
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I hope that one day
She loves you too.
Nice poem, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeletevery nice poem, I liked it. What we wouldn't give to have what we had in the beginning. It's funny how things change as a relationship progresses. At first it's great, and then we wonder why we miss certain things that they used to do, but have stopped doing.
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