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Jul 2016
I love her very much,
I love her very much,
I love her very much,
The same phrase repeating itself

Her eye catching garments and all her scars
All her sweet sweet words from honeyed tongue
Those warm cozy moments spent on Saturday nights
The pizza filled laughter we both shared in the couch

All of these intoxicating moments
We both shared from the kitchen to the door
From clothes to the floor and the open windows
From notes to text messages- we all shared

Then I see for the first time in my blinded love
I was Cupid's target practice
The impish face of his laughing at my demise
The arrows broken in my poor chest

Lies lies lies, all of it had been nothing- but lies
From the way she dressed, from every kisses
Every time she opens the door or window
Blowing smoke into the open air

Every single laughter shared masked in deep hate
Every single slice we shared taken with disgust
Every time we get naked  she pukes out her guts
Every single time! Every single moment in a time.

It all was just what it was...lies...
Lies from one of Cupid's mistakes
Lies from one I loved and then hate
Lies made for the Target Practice
Thinking about the sad fate my friend faced the other day. Poor guy he is. Anyways, whoever here felt as though Cupid played them hearts?
Vincent Allen Vicente-Manuel
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Vincent Allen Vicente-Manuel  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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   Karishma
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