His Kisses...

as his heart is to me.
Yet why must i be sad,
while he plays with his freinds.
Why does he ignore me?
Why must he be away from me?
Am I still loved?
Or is he just done.
He still kisses me,
and says "I love you baby!",
but I still feel sad,
and cry in my bed.
His kisses are sweet,
as his heart was to me.
Now i'll think of my mistakes,
as he walks away.
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