My lips have lied, a thousand words, pried from my lips, like migrating birds, to deny my love as non-exsistent, in my sorrowful soul, happiness resisted, the love inside, smothered unfelt, but your love is greedy, and I am wealth, my lips have kissed misery, and embraced my sadness, as fantasy.
Reason for writing:
When I told myself for the first time, that I didn't want anybody's love, I had doubts. Then I met a man who changed my mind. Now I KNOW I can do without.
Birth sign: Libra
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