Dragging my last piece of my heart
Along the trail you broke apart.
Feeling neglected and unloved..
But this is just your kind of wicked stuff.
It's like you love to see your ego manifest.
On our fallen hearts, inside our torn up chest.
What do you get seeing us women cry.
A better chance to lie.
You told me that we have a long journey together.
But you never said " forever. "
And that's what made me think that you are full of lies.
You love, then you say " goodbye. "
We never get the best part of you.
But you get to see everything about our most vulnerable self, isn't that true.
So why do we fall for you every time you bat your beautiful but mysterious eyes.
When all we get are lies...
©terrylin53
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