how could i?

How could i let you in?
How could i fall so hard?
All the tears and the scars.
Endless nights of nightmares galore.
Don't know what to do standing in the middle of this war.
This war all started because of one little lie.
lie not on me but on you instead.
Love is not our game instead it is our pain.
No matter what where i go i cant get away from this game, your game.
To get away from it i would have to die because your not tourturing me while im still alive!

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Elizabeth Davis
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Joined: 05/07/2010

Poll

How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339