thoughts of you running through my mind
confusion clouds my thinking
thoughts of deception are attacking
suicide keeps ringing in my head
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I love this poem........friends can be exactly the same, as I found out just today.
Some lovers like murderers. And some like saints. But sometimes saints become murderers And murderers become saints Yonela I see the frustration in your fine poem which accompanies on this journey?
A very disheartening poem Yonela. I like it on a personal note..... Laters.....
love is pain and pleasure............treasure it.