A happy ending ruined by some lust
That could be the case if I spill my guts.
Leads not to pain but sorrow as well
Does it mean I deserve to go to hell,
For loving one when I love another,
Is it a mistake, if so why bother.
Why love me when he could choose any girl
My whole life feels like it is in a whirl,
All because of something that I'm sick of,
A horrible feeling I know is love
I hate him, I love him, how do I know
Those eyes that allude seem darker than coal.
He is perfection, like a work of art,
One thing I know for sure, he has my heart.
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