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my poems She truely does love me
I am not doubting that
But what of when she flees
And makes my heart go flat?
I can not take such pressure
understanding and trusting this
How could I even measure
Her love to what is bliss?
I seem to expect so much of her
She really can not win
I must stop pushing before
"Us" gets tossed in the bin
Self-destructing ways of "us"
Never seemed so true
Until we spoke forbidden cus
And said.... I love you
