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"Fake and Real Love"

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... see I thought I could trust you and invite you into my heart , but when you looked in my eyes and said "I love you" youu lied to my soul. I knew you were lying because I find out about her , I knew you were lying because I haven't heard from you in I don't know how long.. you didn't write me back on facebook , you didnt answer my calls , you couldn't be man enough to tell me there was someone else you were messing with.. thats how I know you lied. I believed you when you said you loved me , but I was a fool. and now you left me angry , unforgiving , and most of all ... in RAGE. The next time you wanna play with my heart , go find another player because I just quit the game. I give up on you , now you and her can have eachother .. and she ended with my leftovers. You wanna know The DIFFERNECE between FAKE AND REAL LOVE ??? FAKE love will have you feeling all good , and make you feel like your'e the only person your "man" is seeing. FAKE love will have you trusting him now , but then start to have second thoughts about the relationship later. FAKE love is him messing up the whole time behind your back , but then blaming it ALL on you , making you feel and look stupid . now on the other hand ... REAL love is knowing in your heart , in your soul , that you will ALWAYS be together , and NO type of bridge or anything can tear you apart.... THATS the difference between FAKE and REAL love.

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		Neiqhh121 says: That word!!!!! poems by this commentor Just another poem drama ... Within
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY neiqhh121

Just another poem

Sometimes we purposely misuse others by accident , but they still suffer from our actions . we then play the victim role as if the world owes us something. Life throws us many situations , some we can't afford to get out of , and some that we can block with a force much greater than us. we can either choose to go straight , or go sideways and have many issues in life . If we can play victim and hold our hand out without a legit reason for asking , then we can put that same exact energy into making better things happen for ourselves. take time to focus on doing for yourself , not asking for handouts , and become more successful in life . Life isn't always promised , but while being on earth , we can make the best out of any situation

Pride

Your pride is my enemy ....and your bestfriend . you carry it as if it is this shield that you have comfort in . with your pride you glow but the light I see upon you burns a hole in my heart , opening me up with tears and regret that we ever said "hello" to eachother . As I contimplate about how wrong it is for us to be together , I dwell on the moments we spend together even more and this smile rises upon my face , But then I stare at the decrepit sheets on the bed that I don't belong in . I love you with question and something tells me "this isn't right." I ponder if you are here to last with me forever , or are you here to investigate into my life story , and then leave with all the intentions of making my heart bleed pain and no second thoughts about calling me after . I wear the makeup on a night out , but my unhappiness shines right through it . the pain from my heels is more bareable than the way you constantly misuse my lo...

Poetry

My poetry is like the lyrics to a song I have written , but can't find the emotions to add . the beat I have is the type of flow that makes you wonder "what's next ?" . I can turn my pain into a poem of love .... and make it seem like nothing was ever wrong. I feel the electricity flow through my hands .. giving me that feeling that I'm extrordinary. some people may put my work down , may never appreciate it... but they didn't write it. they didn't give me the gift of poetry . they could NEVER have style , rythm , and talent like mine. there is no other like me , im one of a kind , like a special flower that stands out more than the others... ha , see what I mean ?