Some claim they love you, and your heart wants to believe, but you have been deceived. They woo with sweet words, and wiles galore, sending you flowers, advantageous aspect are thee. They keep others on standby while devotion is vowed, till one day out of the blue you are a hue. Dilapidation of love is left behind, broken hearts absorption of anarchist of light and dark.
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
internet love games people play with out caring what they leave behind
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