When I called you mine you promised you would treat me right
you promised you would never lie but when i ask about that night
i get a different story every time
why should i give you another try
every time you told me a lie i could see it in your eyes
so give me one good reason why
I think about it all the time
about how my family cried
and how it changed my life
the night i almost died
so why should i give you another try
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In time you will get a flow of your own. But like beauty, art is in the eye of the beholder. Just write as you want leaving nothing back. There will always be critics.
P.s. i like the poem
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