I feel as if you cheat. It may seem as a biased thing. Behind the poet is me.
I know how I truly feel and so do you. I try my best so I stay away from your pages.
The results are wasted for my soul can't leave you here. I wanted to go away so I could not feel the pain. You explained and I say OK. Honestly................. baby I'm lying. It drives me insane and up against the wall. I poetically cheat all the time but you just take it in stride. Perhaps if you said you cared, I would stop. You say its just words. So is I LOVE You and Will You Marry Me. A'rent those just words too? Well now that you know my truth. What else can I say. I can be honest and say I am Jealous over Your Poetry.