Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Three words.

A poem I wrote a long time ago.

I was so young,
   Beautifully naive.
Any words you said,
   I would believe.
But there were those three,
   I was never sure about.
They meant the world to me,
   But I was still full of doubt.
They were so deceiving,
   And then you ended up leaving.
I was my only comfort,
   Because you were not there.
Now when someone tells me those words,
   I say "Don't you dare!"
I've heard them before.
   I know their affect.
They are sharper then a sword,
   But sweeter then honey.
But I fell for them again,
   And suffered through the agony.

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