Whispers in the distance
I laughed the rumors off
She wouldn't do that to me
Or would she?
The late night calls seemed to end
I didn't want to swallow the truth
Instead I kept on chewing
Her words spoken were deceiving
Weeks later
The calls returned
The love once again surfaced
Followed by an encore of rumors
My mind filled with anger
Words leaked out causing hatred
Onto others
Trust no one, but yourself
Bitches will lie
Fuck em', they can rot in shit
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