The End

The End
 A conclusion to something always comes at the end. But I'm going to end this right here before it begins. I can't give you my heart because I've done that before. And it was ripped apart but it won't rip any more. You see there was this girl that I loved and I'd die for her to know it. But this feeling of love, she'd never show it. I heard the words as they came out of her mouth, but the look in her eyes  was a look of doubt. She never gave me a chance and that's what hurt. She walked all over me like I was a piece of dirt. She threw me away like I belonged in the trash. And when I asked her to stay, ha, she just laughed. But that was then and this is me now. Love again? Never, I vow! Because if I don't give you my heart then there's nothing to fear. So before we start, let me end this right here.
   By: aclifford
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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