Hmmm…
There was so much
I had to change
Down to my address,
And my last name.
So many things to do,
In order to be with you.
Is this real, a mirage,
Or a chance I’m taking
To share your romance.
In time I realized,
That it was only
Lust in my eyes.
Being with you was
A temporary facade,
Moments of ecstasy,
Temporary insanity,
Due to personal
Insecurity.
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Author:
cheniseisme (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Letting go of dysfunctional love.
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Comments1
Every day is a learning curve in the love game. Onwards and upwards.
Hi Paul so true!
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