(2004) Giving In - Poem by Deana Rode
I tell you Love doesn't exist;
That it is nothing more than a myth...
I tell you nothing is worth the pain I feel;
That I am better off without it...
I tell you solitude is my refuge;
That I can live my life in solace...
But then you lean down to kiss me;
And I suddenly forget what I had said.
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