This Morning...
as the aching continues
and the tears wait to stream
down my heated cheeks
i sit and wonder, why?
is this not meant to be?..
maybe she is really
just to young for me
and i sit and wonder
is this really love?..
as tears start to run
the wetness on my cheeks proof
i think im broken again
can she really love me?..
confusion is my life
but i thought i seen her clearly,
i guess not
i look down at the ring she gave me
and cry harder, for to me
it was the symbol of
our promise
a promise to love each other
and not hurt each other.
but what is a promise
..that is one sided?
nothing but words
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kiraralee77posted on 11/16/2009
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but who knows...maybe she IS too young to know what...like...commitment really means...yknow?