Hurt
We touch, i feel a rush
Do you?
I don't want to be mean
But still
It feels like you do
But still
You could be a fake
Like them
The ones who pretended
And lied
And that was so much hurt
More pain?
I'd kill for you because.....
Your mine....
But now that seems to change
These days........
I just want happiness but i guess not...
Copyright © Brody Combs | Year Posted 2011
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