Saying Things. - Poem by Kirstyn Goodknight
When you say you love someone, it's suppose to be true, right?
No always, some people say it just to have something to say.
When you told me you loved me, where you being truthful?
Or was that just something to say?
When love is present your relationship can make it?
Not always, sometimes love just isn't enough.
Sometimes you need more, than just yourselves.
Why don't you still love me?
Why did you have to say those words to me?
Why did you have to lie?
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