I'd rather drown in sin and sarrow then open up my heart again tomorrow. I'm confused but you found it amusing to batter my heart and give it a brusing. Again with the lies you told me to my eyes.... me the one you called your muse. I was just there for you to use. Like an old rag shinning shoes. Just thinking about it I might blow a fuse.
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JustSADA (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: From experience.
- Category: Love
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i know the feeling all to well and i have opened up my heart for what is probably the last time for i do not think i can take much more
Good write
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