No matter how often he claimed he loved you,
Didn't mean it was true;
He could have been a liar,
His heart filled with no desire;
And could have seen right though the face he once called pretty,
You slowly realized it was all out of pity;
He never really loved you,
His words were never true.
- Title: No Desire.
- Artist: aephus
- Description: This is a poem I wrote quiiiite a while ago, but I recently found a name for it. It's obviously a couplet. Please comment, constructive criticism is welcome. ~
- Date: 01/13/2009
- Tags: desire