Just how many times
Will I allow myself to fall prey to your promises
I want to believe in you and your words
But they are like sand in a sieve
You question me for questioning you
Yet my doubt is real and founded in false assurances
You say you want me … you need me
But you neglect me
And I let you get away with it
Just how many times
Will I allow myself to fall prey
No more
(till the next time ... I am weak)
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Sand in a sieve....
wonderful description.
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