franshata sanders


Fake - Poem by franshata sanders

His happiness is what I strived for
constantly his anger was like a
revolving door..his words were
cold as ice..his love for me..I
always had to think twice..I stayed
unsure, but the love I had for him
made me endure..I believed he
would change..everyone else did
not feel the same..In my mind
there opinions did not count
happiness, an true love Is what Im
all about..In the end the truth came
out..a lie..was an under statement
this whole time..I knew he was
faking it;


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011


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