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Feb 2015
They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.. So behold the beautiful lies that he told her.
He said he loved her. Just for that night, that one night to have the lights off and take her clothes off just so he can get off. And then... he's off.... oh the irony.
But please understand that there is another side, you see... She will play this game too making sure that the next time its happening to you.
The word "Love" is what builds a bridge to each others hearts but its that same word that could tare you apart....
Cupid!.... He's lost his aim. That 4 letter word "love" has been replaced with "game" its such a shame. But who can take the blame..? He lied, she believed it. She lied, he believed it. Its beautiful isnt it, all the energy that has went into it.
4 letters, 3 words, 2 minutes thats all it takes and its over. Now they're sober, waking up and feeling like they have been on an emotional roller coaster. Maybe she just needs a strong shoulder... To spill out her thoughts and talk about the future and when she gets older? Maybe he just wants to listen and understand everything that she's missing. But they will both become a memory to each other, strangers once again to each other... And to think, all he wanted to do was hold her. But hey...., they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
Mike lowe
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Mike lowe  NY
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