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Emotional Virus

Contributed by DrcGaimer on Wednesday, 22nd December 2010 @ 06:44:32 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

How could you tell me you loved me,
when you really didn't think much of me.
How do you sleep at night?

You, you were suppose to be faithful.
Yet, for my kindness, you weren't even grateful.
your deeds cut me like a knife.

I wonder, did someone do the same to you,
and helped develop this selfish attitude?
Two wrongs don't make a right.

Did the hurt cause you to join this game?
I sit, and consider the same.
Like a viper, I wait to strike.

How could I tell her I loved her,
when I really didn't think much of her.
How do I sleep at night?

I, I was suppose to be faithful.
Yet, for her kindness, I wasn't even grateful.
My deeds cut her like a knife.

I know she wonders, did someone do the same to me,
and caused her to become my casualty?
Two wrongs don't make a right.

Was my hurt the reason I joined this game?
I'm sure she sits, considering the same.
Like a viper, she waits to strike.

How could she tell him she loved him,
but really didn't think much of him...

Copyright © DrcGaimer ... [ 2010-12-22 18:44:32]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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