Never Expierencing Love
is something one shouldnt think of
falling in love is what everyone must do
But falling out of love makes us terribly bleu
this is my story of falling in love
and out of love
with big brown eyes and a beautiful face
this girl put my heart in its place
her soft voice and tender lips
made me shake out of my finger tips
her soft and smooth skin
made me tremble from within
we soon got to know one another
you would never see one without the other
as time went by we grew strong
but then all of a sudden trouble came along
a letter was found
and in that letter she adminted there was another
she spoke of her heart in another place
i soon confronted her with a shattered face
she said her love was only to me
of course i believed her, idiotically
and so the relationship went on
but no more than 30 moons later
i found she was in love with the plant and paper
i kindly asked her to give it up
my attempt was valient but inded with no luck
i tolder her the relationship was on the line
she simply replied," that is fine."
The relationship was put upon hold
until she could give me the reason
of why she was being so cold
i was then told a think unimaginable
something that left my far from humble
she was diagnosed with a crippling diseased
which soon brought me to my knees
an agreement was made
a couple is what we stayed
so the relationship went on
many months of "happiness" come to pass
which those months flew by rather fast
a day came where my friend had a horrible feeling
he said it was a strong feeling
the phone suddenly rang
and it was her on the other line
crying in pain
she spoke of a certain violation
about a man getting what he really wanted
i suddenly collapsed to the ground
crying was my only sound
I spoke highly to her of revenge
and how this man would meet his end
she said its already being taken care of
so i asked what was going to happen between us
she repied, we are now echoes and dust
many weeks passed
i was still torn on how we didnt last
when i believed my life was at an all time low
i knew i wasnt prepared for what i was soon to know
her played me like a card game
and all the tears and pain
ment nothing to her and her game
the disease, the man, and the weed
were just three tools she heeded
out of all of this there is something to be learned
that not everyone is what they seem to be
and that through all the pain and sorrow
forgiving those that hurt you is the key
and that i still care for
the nameless she
