backstabbing
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Un baiser sur le front
Est un geste de trahison
Ce n’est pas un bisou d’amour
Empourpré de joie et d’humour.
i am weak.
like eye of the storm.
i marvel at the terrific ocean
while my reflection stares at me
i meet its gaze.
He broke me.
It happened again,
I knew it would!
I warned him,
I told him!
He let me believe him,
I shouldn’t have though.
first time i saw you was at the airporti took one look at you and i was lost in thoughtyour beautiful flowing hair, to your lovely brown eyesand a sweet sensual voice that no man can d