You Tell Me You Love Me
By dianes
You tell me you love me, My God, you’re a fake! You stab at my heart, Why don’t I just hand you the stake? You curse me out, You knock me down, But in front of others, I wear the smile of a clown. No, you don’t beat me physically, I could heal from that you see. But your words cut like a knife. How can you treat me like that… I’m your wife! Written January 20th, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 10:31 AM PST 17 • 0 • 8
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