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My Somber Closing Truth


The Worst of lies is one you tell yourself and believe in fully

 

Her imperfections so cleverly disguised

Her teeth the only of her lies

Each time I see them together my heart lies

All the while I try

To be good for her

While being loyal to him

just wishing it would all end

That I could end this recurring trend

the love I’m incapable of showing

would cease to keep growing

With just her smile

 feeling like I’m in denial

she is the breath in my lungs

she is the heart in my crevice

she is my everything

she is the love I shall never obtain

she is the only person to make me feel

her beauty never changing never losing her appeal

her heart so fragile yet incapable

she is irreplaceable

she is so sensational

my soul so unreclaimable

my feelings for her so unexplainable

she is so unattainable

she’s so unforgettable

so, my life is so regrettable

because my love is so unattainable

 

What Is My Life’s Worth to her?

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