Perfect love,
True romance,
Sent from above,
He made me week with every glance.

Things got rough,
He wanted a break,
So we made up,
And once again I put my heart at steak.

But he felt it again,
Things weren’t the same through his eyes,
He couldn’t just be a man,
And save me from this surprise.

Too pussy to tell me,
Avoidance was the only way,
I was to stupid to see,
That everything was not okay.

So I guess it’s over,
We’re really done, wow!
Later rover,
Who’s the stupid one now?

By: Bethie Pennington
 
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