|Amour Propre (standard:poetry, 85 words)|
|Author: Lori||Added: May 15 2008||Views/Reads: 1541/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Love is the biggest game of pretense. We all believe, vainly, that it will be returned. When it isn't you get this.|
Amour Propre ~ Not all truth is white. You witness what isn't. Some facts are black and believe like I do. ~ No areas of gray can be found. When you don't consider the possibilities. ~ Love and pride end your list. Family, career, and, money are more essential to you. ~ Sense of self is dropped. You're wrapped up in what comes first. ~ No more needs to be said. Well, maybe except. I love your... ~ Pretense. © May 9, 2008 by Lori Tweet
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