Saturday, April 10, 2010

Dirty Little Secret.

I asked you if you meant it,
You assured me you did.
I asked you if you're going to break my heart,
You emphatically swore you wouldn't.
I asked you if things were going too fast,
You said, things were just perfect.
I asked you what you would do without me,
You elaborately said, you'd die.
Now, I ask you why.
And you have nothing to say.

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