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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?

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6 Responses to “Sick of Love”

  1. Vanessa says:

    i didn’t write this poem =/

  2. Min Min says:

    This Vanessa is not that Vanessa. I will try to differentiate two later. Put last name for example.

  3. Min Min says:

    Like it without reason

  4. Min Min says:

    Why “sick of love”? I guess it's because this “love” is more physical. What is love? What is true love? Sometimes we say “love” to friends. What is this love then?

  5. kareema says:

    i can relate to this poem a lot

  6. gaby says:

    u r so right i love your pooem and remember im sick of love

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