when you first started dating...
well I was,
not that he told me that
sorry love.
TOY.
Those words we leave unspoken,
Uncomfortable memories re-awoken.
3 years gone on by
And still you lie.
Again we start,
Only too soon we part.
5 months feels like 5 years...
What’s another thousand tears?
Once bitten twice shy...
Or a love that won’t die?
Silly girl, Silly boy
Should have known I was just a toy.
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