Because I Love You

October 23, 2017

He told me he loved me

But how can it be true

I'm just a pea

A tiny dew

I have lied

I'm a thief

I'm unpurified

I have no beliefs

But he still Loves me

He told me that I was His

The thief that stole his heart

The dew in his eyes

His piece of art

His one and only prize

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