You Promised me Love as you held my hand in yours, looking past my eyes into my soul & I believed you. I went home with Butterflies, fluttering about my innards, and I danced around with this promise of Love still lingering in the air. But your promise went stale and your Love went down south....now here alone, the butterflies have died and I am on my own, strong.
but, there are other fish in the Sea.
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