It's Not True Poem by Marcquiese Burrell
It's Not True
you keep saying you love me, and, it's not true
your body language, leaves me in anguish
and you always seem so hostile
Laying up under me like that of a child
In this too deep, haven't been happy in awhile
the ultimatetum, happiness or pain? and, I refuse
to hurt anymore longer so I choose
to leave under the circumstances
I've given you so many chances
which you'd blew
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