I have questions to ask you
It's been on my mind for years
And it's confusing
Why did you leave?
You left without looking back Without a decent goodbye
Don't I mean anything to you?
Why did you leave?
You we're never even there
Sometimes I love you
Other times I don't
Do you know me?
Are you willing to?
Do you think of me?
Do you dream of me?
I dream of you all the time
Do you love me?
Did you ever loved her ?
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His Kind Of Love
Poetry"He said he loved me, more than his mama" A collection of poems comprising of betrayals of innocence, confusion and introspection.
