Gift
The trust that I gave you was nothing more than a gift of mine
In which you used that to your advantage
Waiting opening the gift with secrets all of mine
And one of yours which was the most important secret of them all
That in which I did not see the secret of dissect betrayal
A life time of story’s told within a year
All forgotten the good times
only seeing that which was one
And in return of the kindness done to you
You use my gift which was given to you by me
To hurt, and to break the friendship the trust and our bond
for I saw only what you show me of you
and not of what you really are
so I say to you now; Bye
I have no reason to keep you in my life
Not now not ever
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josetheg2350
The poetry that I write all come from my heart my soul their about things i've been though. I can't share my feelings with people by talking so I write poetry. I now have a loving mom who saved me from a life time of felling unloved so i own her everything she tells me that I should keep writing poetry that i'm good at it. All my friends tell me i'm good at writing poetry but i don't feel like I am. But i feel like I still need to share it I put my heart and soul in to it so I hope everyone likes them and if you don't i'm sorry about that.
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