Playing the game was all too fun –
Until it became him and he got hurt.
A line became crossed before the tears shed –
All the words I could pronounce for causing him hurt.
You lie and you cheat – cheat for a lie of trust –
Did you hear the tears of what we call hurt?
I'll never forgive such as he did for you –
How could you forgive and forget for such hurt?
I wish you'd up and leave – no more hurt.
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Reviewed on February 26, 2003
One cannot forget certain actions, but not forgiving can sour oneself. Otherwise I can understand the emotion here.
A collection of love poetry both relatable and unique.. Poems both joyful, playfu , yearning and romantic. The Poet has exposed his heart and soul in words of love and admiration. Take a journey through the thoughts of a Contempary poet of love. Poet
A collection of love poetry both relatable and unique.. Poems both joyful, playfu , yearning and romantic. The Poet has exposed his heart and soul in words of love and admiration. Take a journey through the thoughts of a Contempary poet of love. Poet
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