Trust must be earned Love must be returned Im a moth to a flame that always gets burned love sick til my stomach churns when will I learn? my rules were straight and narrow but the moment you got it slanted my feelings were exploited and you took my love for granted years and years of having the blues time to leave now your love's old news.
Rants, Raves, Reviews and Reflections... From A Lady With Lots Of Kinks In Her Thinking.