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Apr 2015
My weary heart begins to bleed
Bleeding all the lovers tears that i'll ever need
How could I have had so much greed
To wish for true love

How far above the clouds I went?
I shall never know
But I know that all my love for him has been spent
How could I have been so foolish

I light a match
And set afire
The dreams
The hopes
The moments
The love poems
Until there is nothing left
But smoke and ash

How could I not see
How mad could I be
To not notice
His hatred for me

I have to get him out of my sight
For everything to be alright
And here I thought our future would be so bright
Instead this

So I set my love for you ablaze
Til there's nothing left
But my little black heart now lays there charred
Oh how I never knew it could be so scarred.
Florence Maude
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