by Arcassin Burnham




almost too good to be true,
but hated in the process,
the only thing you can do,
is let time progress,
stabbed in the back 10 times,
to clear my head,
about her i use to make rhymes,
also think instead,
kissing in the hallways,
only god knows,
hoping the hate wouldnt phase,
but everybody knows,
but not your flaws,
although we never really spent time,
if it would have went right , she would have had my love,
but hearing the arguments , nobody has the time,
use to think i wouldnt be as she was,
but i was the only worried about that fact,
i had zero tolerance from her because,
because in the end i would get stabbed in the back,
i still love you.