Love Misinterpreted

Mon, 02/12/2018 - 20:12 -- tinaene

Love misinterpreted.

Words of a trickster,

with the gift to gab and lips that lie.

 

Love misinterpreted.

Absence in their actions,

no care in the world and only tears given to cry.

 

Love misinterpreted.

My deceiver of false hopes and fabricated fairytales

A moment of intimacy ingenuine

and the future you would sell.

 

Love, although we've departed

Thanks for the most greatest gift I carried within.

That love can never be misinterpreted,

Only a blessing and unconditionally unlimited

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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