So many words can be a lie
So many hearts, left to die
So little hope for us to be
Anything seriously
We’re involved and passionate
It’s weak but it’s true
My sincere apology goes out to you
Love is just a word, meaning not much
And everyday I dread, your voice and your touch
I hate you demon soul, your wicked kind way
Your heart is made of coal and it’s an act that you play
So here I’m saying no to this ridiculous obsession
Our love was fun and I’ve learnt my lesson
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I look forward to reading more of your work as it matures over time. Don't ever stop writing.