Your actions on most days just makes me want to think twice,
Some days you're warm, others colder than ice.
I hear you say that you love me it still leaves me enticed,
Then emotions just change with the roll of the dice.
So why is it darling that I must always be nice.
When my pain and my sadness completely suffice,
How much must endure that of which what is paying the price.
My soul it is broke, My heart feels like nothing if I'm being precise.
©kaydacie
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