On the road to loving you;
with many miles yet to go.
You love me wtih all your heart;
you beg me not to tell you lies.
You say you love me more and more
I try and tell you differently,
but you hear the lies in every word.
I'm not prefect; so I say.
You say to me,
you love me still.
I left you once
to help you grow.
That didnt work
for either one.
My heart was broke
and you took me back.
I'm coming to the end
of this long long road.
A contest entry
- Titles by piccola.
600 points, ended June 22, 2008, 13 entries
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Interesting take on the title. Thank you so much for entering.
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