Doubts

A poem

got your head on my shoulders your lips on my heart why then do I keep thinking it’s all gonna fall apart

no matter how hard I try I always have my doubts every night you pull me in when I awake I’m backed out

tired of always being on guard wondering which of us is the wild card the hardest part that I can’t take anymore the daily donning of this love facade

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