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False prophet of love


For so many years I've chased behind a love that seems so empty but now it so much clearer to me the one thing that I have been chasing is a ghost so many times I've been placed on hold for things that so much more simpler for years I was told that I wasn't the one that was ready for a relationship but here it is night and day to how I've consistently stood in your corner there was never anything that could come between my heart for but as the days slowly passed by and once more I was left behind there were no tears from my eyes but my heart surely cried all I've ever wanted was a piece of your time but I've ever seemed to get was pieces of excuses how is it that I seem so useless why is it that I am the one that always get abused by his own love at night its hard to sleep knowing that this cycle my life is in is never going to end kindness misused heart is constantly abused how could someone chose other options when I so effortlessly pour out all of my emotions for you what could be truer is the fact that I've hung on every word and every thought how could I be so foolish to love you so hard to only fall flat on my face how can i  replace this pain that I'm feeling was willing to give up the world to be with you but in hindsight that's exactly what it was a truth so farfetched that it was never gonna you claimed to have waited but honestly I was the one that was waiting for two whole years I was so focused on you that nothing else even mattered but when it came to me and you it was never going to unfold my head has been wrapped in a lie for a moment to think that i have finally found my blessing but its amazing how my own self-destruction causing my pain do you honestly see the shit im going through if not open your eyes and listen with your heart as my fingers hit the keyboard my eyes are filled with tears and as i sit here and wonder why the hell does people like to stump on peoples truest emotions ive poured out so much in time that i feel completely drained the one thing i ever wanted was to spend time with you but i could never get a second of your time but i was never to busy for you this is a new day in the past I would hold onto my pain but god knows whats best for me my soul has truly been tested but here i stand strong as ever the moment you see this im sure to get a reply but even if I don't it wouldnt be a surprise because nothing is never what it seems a dream thats being shattered soul and a heart thats truly battered what did i do to deserve this feeling what is it that im doing that has me feeling so hurt and lost its almost as if my heart no longer exist and my soul Is just dead im a zombie walking in a world full life so i guess this is my destruction will rest in piece to past and hello to the new beginning
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