Why should I trust you
How do I know what you say it true
If I give you my heart
Will you promise not to rip it apart
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My heart bares scars as well. Love is such a dangerous thing. It'll either make you REALLY happy, or REALLY depressed.
This Is Awesome. Keep at it, and don't write your poems to please anybody but you. Unless your writing it for someone in particular...but this one is gold. Hang in there.