Burning Love
Burning
The burning of
Wood
Love
And the
past
Heartbreak is unbearable
Seven years W a s t e d
All I can hear is the ring he gave me hitting the floor
Bile rising in my throat like an over flowing drink
Silent tears slide down my face
Although I hate him, I do miss his touch
Holding my hand the way a man is supposed to when he loves a woman
Holding me tight like a ring on a finger
Holding my heart with a soft caress
And making me melt with one look
Hearing him say those three little words
I Love You
Lies that’s all I hear.
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