It happened before, it'll happen again.
She comes and teases you, just to leave you.
I ponder at her reasoning, it makes no sense.
She stands there... no emotion, no regret... nothing but my heart in her hand and a smile on her face.
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Author:
Lost Heart (
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- Comment from author about the poem: She loved it when I fantasized about her, she only took my praise as a joke tho and tearing me apart slowly didn't seem to bother her that much.
- Category: Love
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