Sick of him.
Sick of her.
Pretending to be in love.
People don’t know their fake.
The struggles.
The arguments.
Behind close doors.
It’s falling apart.
Oh our house built on stilts.
Confess to ourselves.
When things aren’t right.
It’s not always giving up.
If it was never a love story to begin with.
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Author:
Baker (
Offline) - Published: May 29th, 2022 15:19
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Beautiful
Thank you. ❤️
Kind of sad. Last line says it all,I guess!…a good write
Thank you Talli.
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