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Wasted Fantasy

I wondered how is it that something as simple as your smile could capture my heart, I often sat and debated to myself how did this all come into play from the very start. You showed me love can be found in the strangest places and obviously the strangest times, The connection...the bliss...how fast it developed should have been a crime. When we first meet you were everything I wished for in a true woman, It was like getting a wish granted from a genie I imaginably summoned. But it's all changed now, hasn't it? Since the love that was created wasn't exactly easy, One thing I have learned in my life is that nothing...NOTHING comes easy. Listen, I followed the voice in my heart that you brought back to life so I could love again, I was so sure that so called relationship could pass for a perfect ten. You saw me for who I am and pushed aside the pimp in me to meet the lover within me, Even then I was very sure that so called relationship was going to be it for me. Listen, I did follow the voice you THOUGHT you brought back that had risen from the dead, Thanks to that voice I'm done listening to the lies you stirred in my head. The fact you couldn't admit to me your wrongs was just absolutely unappealing, I'm more than how you're treating me so remember you don't know me and you have no idea what I'm feeling. You can stop being nice or whatever charity game you call yourself playing with me, I only blame myself for not wanting that horrifying truth to be seen. That when it was over it was truly over...for you anyway, I held on to what never was and my trust for people was the price I paid. Someone once said that anything done with fear has no moral value, Because of your fear I felt as if I was nothing and this feeling for me is something brand new. So now I conclude this situation and will move on from everything I have mentioned, It's time I allow someone else to step in who actually deserves my attention.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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