Sick of Love

When I see you I start to cry the tears on
My eyes just tell you whats on my mind
Thinking of love just makes me sick
It makes me want to throw you a kiss
but just not any kiss the kiss of death
so not only do you die
my tears my memories,and my broken heart
die as well as you do so once again
so you get it right
Im sick of being loved
sick of being betrayed
Im sick of loving you
I wonder if you are too?

Author: Vanessa

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