There was a reason I never wrote love songs
They were always too sappy and sweet
Always praising ordinary things and
Talking about a girl getting swept off her feet
Why are we praising someone for knocking her down
Everyone except her knows how it'll end
He always leaves, he always lies
And you're left to be your only friend
I will not praise anyone for pushing me
Even if it's in a wonderfully romantic way
My body is way too fragile
To survive something like that anyway
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Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
