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Sweet and Sour SauceIt's just life. Whether a girlfriend, or a wife. People lie so much about love. They over exaggerate stories of the dove. Saying love is something so great. Like nothing you can ever create. Its only what you make it. You need to build it bit by bit. Love is sweet... yeah of course. Sour hurts and can kill the person, it can be with the maincourse. Well yeah when i get no sweet it's a sauce i want away from my food. All i am doing is giving you everything and i get nothing in return. I give you mostly sweet and all you do is turn and burn. The only reason why it can be sour is because of you. Me and you both clash we're just two together the pressure cooker was bursting with all its taking and boiling through.... I can take no more I am no donkey. I ain't settling for second best and sweet and sour ain't my style anyway I would rather lock myself in a dark alley and throw away the key. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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