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What is left to say?There's something about the way you look into his eyes. There's a secret you both hold but,end up covering it up with lies. Who knows?mayb I've been too busy playing your puppet all along. I never felt a hunch like this before,I know i'm right but,yet this situation feels so wrong. You hold my hand and smile and I respond back with denial. then I stop and think wait! maybe,it's just me?,deiceipt really doesn't seem his style. but,then the week after I saw you walking by yourself, I walked real slow but,then I see you meeting up with someone else. and you both hold hands,then plainly and calmly walk away. I'm in still in shock!!,I can't believe things actually were this way!! I feel so dumb but,I won't let you make a fool of me, because,I'm done and I won't let you get the best of me. So now that I found out everything tell me what is left to say? I've given it my all despite of everything but,I still feel this way. But,now I just want to forget it,I regret it,I won't let it get to me, because in the end of all this wreckage,tell me what is left to say?... Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades - Vote for this poem -
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