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Maybe I’m naive Or maybe all the things I wish for can be achieved The hate I have for you is shifty, I could never hate you completely There are times when I get crazy but five minutes into it I get lazy I don’t have the energy to keep the ******** up, you might see it as half empty but I see a half full cup. In all honesty the drama makes me choke and at the end of the night I hope we can laugh it off like a joke. Some would say I’m too forgiving yet unrelenting. I have a soft heart but please don’t let me start. I don’t like myself when I’m angry, there’s so much more love can free Anger puts you in a cage, nothing drags you down more than rage Love let’s you breathe, pushes you to be the best you can be. When I look at you I see passed the mean charade, and see you for what you are. The man I fell in love with, the sweet gentle lover. You haven’t been that man for so long now, he seems like a myth. You have so much hateful **** to say, I wish I could just shut you up when I tell you it’ll be okay
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 4:52 AM UTC
Too Forgiving
Maybe I’m naive Or maybe all the things I wish for can be achieved The hate I have for you is shifty, I could never hate you completely There are times when I get crazy but five minutes into it I get lazy I don’t have the energy to keep the ******** up, you might see it as half empty but I see a half full cup. In all honesty the drama makes me choke and at the end of the night I hope we can laugh it off like a joke. Some would say I’m too forgiving yet unrelenting. I have a soft heart but please don’t let me start. I don’t like myself when I’m angry, there’s so much more love can free Anger puts you in a cage, nothing drags you down more than rage Love let’s you breathe, pushes you to be the best you can be. When I look at you I see passed the mean charade, and see you for what you are. The man I fell in love with, the sweet gentle lover. You haven’t been that man for so long now, he seems like a myth. You have so much hateful **** to say, I wish I could just shut you up when I tell you it’ll be okay
Iddea
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 4:52 AM UTC
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