He loves me
and all the words I said to him
He loves me not
when my words crumble before I say it
He loves me
and all the pictures we share
He loves me not
when I save them for myself
He loves me
and the way we sing our song
He loves me not
when I stop and stare at him
He loves me
only when it's convenient
He loves me not
when I trust him, and he won't
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!
