Truth
By: Deidra Brown & Rebecca Bullock

The day I met you was just like any other,
No worries I guess.
All we had were each other,
No sorrows were known,
No tears were shed,
T'was was like an untold fairytail.
But just like it began,
'Til our love could grow no more,
It had to come to an end.

A broken heart,
A sheded tear.
Slowly now,
The end it nears,
No sweet good-byes,
Just bitter lies.
Looks like another love just died.

Truth © Deidra Brown & Rebecca Bullock
(By the way, if you EVEN consider stealing this poem,
or any others that you read on MY page, I will know,
and I will get the law involved.)

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