Love wasn’t patient
love wasn’t kind
love stuck a knife in this heart of mine
love was jealous
love was mean
love swung his fist and shattered my dreams
love didn’t believe
wihout love, I am dust
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Tagged as bad poetry, bad poetry friday, poetry
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