though her perfume fills the room
you're all day home with you alone
she's unaware of the last word you said
she's lying on her back
and before you turn yours
she's dancing with the stars.
you speak and when she does
the rules are laid and the bound is placed
too much in love
that her questions don't hurt
tough love you love
but what's the point
2 hearts slowly draining?
or two hearts just used to each other,
if that's love-then i don't want.
her stories never end
automatically yours shouldn't too
so she thinks, and when there is none
are you seeing someone else?
where is the trust?
she'll find it in the last text that came in
one room 2 hearts worlds apart
you try to think how this ever came to being
at that point-she touches the right spots
you feel as if you've been wrong
yet no trace of guilt
is this still love?-then something ain't right.
you finally said i do
ofcourse to all and anything she'd wish
it's only a couple minutes away
honey i need you to get that from the store
you get back and like before
she's zipped tight but
this time dancing with the stars
all you asked for was a simple meal
while you went on errand to the mill
bro if this is ur love-i sure ain't seeing you in it.
you finally get the courage to talk
she says it's you who's been changing
makes me wonder didn't she know you before
i wonder too, well that's all you can do
and then you wake to cock-a-do
from the alarm she left a note in-that read
it didn't have to be this way...you feel the same too
but as usual it's all your fault for nat making things right
but i'm sure she forgot it takes 2 to tangle
and she could have tried too.
if this is love-i'd sell my heart never to feel it.
Fimisola-Samuel
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