Amberley Rhyne. Poems

You're arrogent ways make you cold.
Inside and out, Freezing.
You're concided intentions make you hated.
Outside and in, Despised.
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If tears could wash away the dishonesty,
Then my world would be clean,
If regret could make right my wrongs,
Then rightness of the world would be seen.
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Recognize my hurt,
Relive our love,
Reconsider you're decision,
Reilize it's over,
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