On a Sunday nite jst after d bay d cops find me stone cold wit a note in my pocket
a bullet hole, multiple stab wounds .
All in the name of love!
If you ask me love is equal to trust.
can u love someone completely without trusting completely?
no. that would be blind trust (what we all know as one chance)
they say love is blind – acting the fool, fools falling in love. we all don turn Maga.
You say he’s just a random guy, but your friends tell me different.
then u say you wanted to use him to spite me.
but i think dat’s where your hands got stuck to the scooby snacks.
everytime i think about you and him, i tell myself that there’s a perfect explanation.
all lies. ow can i love u if i can’t trust u?
but tonite, im standing here…totally heartlesss, cos guess wat?
my heart did’nt make it through last night. it was buried.
I slit my wrist when your love cldnt kill me fast énuf and here lies the writing on my heart’s gravesite:
cause of death – love.
Edited by Fumi Fatona
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