She can be a bully,
She can be a brat,
Commanding and lying
Things I didn’t know
She can be greedy
She can be arrogant
Not paying, but demanding
Things I didn’t know
We were together
Yet, I never saw
Her behaviour to her friends
The things I didn’t know
Yesterday
I heard them talk
About things she did say
I took a walk
When she was with me
Did she wear a mask?
Or did she show me
Some unknown part?
I have missed her
I would’ve kissed her
But now I say: Oh
The things I didn’t know
Perhaps I was lucky
Perhaps I was wrong
I remain hurt
by things I didn’t know
I remain hurt by things I didn't know.. Where there are true feelings, there is no protection and we always hurt the ones we love the most.. Love, Martine
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Sad but true! I'm agree with Martine... But the Love is only real if you feel all colours of it... The Love is each feeling which makes you move. The Love has many faces... but every time is True! Keep Smiling! Gerry