Faithful, Unsure Love


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

Through all the storms and struggles—
All the fights and tussles’,
All the disrespect, and abuse,
My love was always true.
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When you made me cry, made me feel unloved,
I was always there by your side.
No matter what you did or what you said,
I was proud to be your girl.

My love for you is greater than anything in this world,
You know that no one can love you like I do.
Everything we have been through,
I was faithful to you, and only you.

I was your girl, your boo;
But all you ever did was treat me like garbage.
You said, “Baby you know I love you.”
But true love doesn’t break my heart.

I tried and tried to look past it,
But the more I tried, the more I saw the real you.
All the lies, all the deceit,
You must have thought you were slick.

To love you more than anything,
Would be ignorant on my part.
I can’t image my life without you,
But I can’t image my life with you.

I deserve more than what you give me,
Better than what I have now.
Growing up is something that you need to do.
My love for you is always there….
But my heart is moving on to better things.

-Shana Worthen
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