What More Do You Have To Sell Me?
Poetry/Spoken Words
What more do you have to sell me?
I was head over heels but I should have known a fall was right ahead. I turned a blind eye to reality and I was way in over my head. Letting loose wasn't an option because I had you to lose.
Had so many words unsaid so my voice became a lone long stutter. So why proclaim your love to me when your heart belonged to another.
The charade is over, it was all a facade and it is clear for all to see. I am not going to say I thought you were different because I didn't. I just thought you were better. You sold me a dream and I bought it. But now that I am awake I just want to know,
What more do you have to sell me?
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