Ralph Acosta (November 27th 1988 / Bronx, Ny)
Love isn't as simple as you think.
It could be here one minute,
And be gone in one simple blink.
You just have to believe in it.
Or at least thats what i think.
How can you notice true love?
It may come as a shock.
Does it just fall up from up above?
Or will it cmoe to your door and knock?
Love has confused me.
My heart has been broken.
Why doesnt she just see,
That my eyes are soaked an begining to bleed....
I love you baby girl.
It's just all the shit you've done in the past.
I try my best to forget it an block it.
But yet it still always comes back...
What should I do?
Just keep lying to myself & say none it the past is true?
When as i could recall you played me dirty like a fool....
You tore my heart out when i was at my weakest an crushed it in to a billion pieces....
Did I deserve it you may ask.
No i don't believe.
Now i wanna love you like i loved you back in the past.
But now there's one problem.
I am thinking are you gonna treat me again like trash.
Or will you this time be faithful an love me for who i am.
You made me feel like i was nothing in the past.
This is my last letter to you an i just gotta ask.
Did you honestly play me in the past?
Don't lie to me why do you flirt some guys?
Am i really the one you want in your life?
Why did you always sneak out late at night with other guys?
These are questions i need to ask.
Because i truly do love you,
Im not trying to be an ass.
I just need to know the truth how do you truly feel.
Because lately i feel like this love has been slipping away,
What am i to do if the one girl i love in my life cant stay true.
You lied i lied fine were even but i would never dare break your heart like you did me grizzy an for what cause of a stupid rumor.
You know what ima tell you what i feel read the line at the bottom an tell me if this is real.
What am i to do when my heart can't tell you i love you?
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