Often Off and..A Poem by DinaThe marry-go-round of what it means to love him.My modus operandi is to get away from you.
I think I've had enough of all the s**t you put me through. What happened to the thoughts of living life through colored views? I guess that became too intense for you. You see, I love with all I have. Sacrifices in disguises far too often. Arguments may lead us somewhere, all or nothing? Black or white is how I see it. You either staying or you leaving. No in betweening with me. You either playing or deceiving. But what's the difference to me? Yet, you make sense to me. Unfair we can't just be. You bend reality often, often. often, often. often, often. © 2016 DinaAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on November 26, 2016 Last Updated on November 29, 2016 Tags: Love, Shortcomings, On the edge, Delusions, Illusions, Deception |