Matters Of The Heart
i used to know this guy
that cut me up like a piece of pie
took pieces of me & left me with no peace
he tried me on like a pair of shoes
when all the while
he could not even walk a mile
in these shoes
he walked all over
me like a door mat
rubbing his dirty feet in my mind
boy was i blind
taking me down a road
he could not walk
it was like moon chasing the sun
after the eclipse
we let each other go
our love could not grow
i was just his flower
he did not water
watering down his truth
now that i finally realize
those lies he spoke with his eyes
his words meant nothing
his love meant nothing
but this lesson for sure means something.
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