The Real Thing Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner
The Real Thing
My heart hurts more than ever
Because of all the terror
We didn’t do anything wrong
We were just being strong
They tore us apart
Like a killer shark
We tried to hold on
But were being coned
Our love isn’t a little fling
It’s the real thing
I don’t know what to do
I just keep saying poo
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
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5/8/2024 6:26:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Short and sweet, the message is clear and you got some cool illusions, found myself chuckling slightly with the last line, Im not sure if that was the intention but it was nice. Often what seems like the real thing might be something different, but thats just the cynic in me. Love is for the Young