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Aug 2016
"Cry me a river, that's what she has done.
After i dismissed all the laughter, romantic
dinners, the excitement of our forever lasting fun.
A lady with no emotion has no soul.
How much i tried to bring it out, her
heart was just too cold.
Too late to shed tears after i had given her
my relentless love for one full year.
Now she cry's me a river, tugging on my
shirt begging not to leave her.
Iv'e been through this before, but never
opening up the door.
I forgave,, only left standing in my tears that fell
to the floor.
Here it is once again. My blood rushing to my head.
The door fresh in my sight.
It opens. I walk into the night.
Time stands still as i breath in the early morning air.
I look up to the sound of a free flying bird, and me, also
Micahel De Tomasso
Written by
Micahel De Tomasso  Lewisville, Texas
(Lewisville, Texas)   
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