You asked me what I thought was a happy ending. I told you I don't know a good thing that starts. You asked me what I thought about love. All I said was that it breaks people's hearts. My meaning of "love" is my meaning of "life." As I live it, I stay miserable until I die Because I don't know about you. But who wants to live for to cry...? Why do I think this way, you ask? It's simple. Just look back at my past. How could you love someone who's hurt you plenty...? How could you love someone who's lied to you once too many...? They tell you they love you when they look into your eyes. But when your back is turned, they say a bunch of lies. Now do you see why my faith in love has end, That and I've been betrayed by a friend? So what is love? Trust me. It ain't what it seems. Only way you find it, my dear, Is in your love felt dreams.
Reason for writing:
this is a poem which i thought about alot...is there anything called "true love?"
Birth sign: Scorpio
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