Title: Love story
by Damilola from London | in writing, poetry
The times you where with her,
I was with him.
When he treated me like rubbish,
Ur shoulder was there, waiting.
When she disposed of your heart savagely,
My ears were there, waiting.
So we left them.
Together we were.
But she came back
With the devil in disguise
My heart bled.
And he was there, waiting.
Week 1, I coped
Week 2, argument arose
Week 3, feelings exposed.
Together again we were
Hand in hand
Heart in heart
Absence made my soul grow fonder
And the love stronger.
The story of my love life
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