Thursday, May 12, 2016

My heart

My heart aches for you.
Unsure if you feel it, too.
I made mistakes, that's for sure.
So did you, hard to say who made more.
I miss your touch, the feel of your lips.
When I consider the loss, my heart rips.
I really did love you, and all I wanted was trust,
But now the lies have turned everything to dust.

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