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Dec 2016
Dear Love,
We used to say
That you and I would be forever.
Who thought we would see the day
When forever ended in never.
I thought you were clever,
And you could cheer me up when I was under the weather.
Now I see,
That our love was like a tree,
It grew and grew.
But now I see that the tree is dying.
And so all the lying,
All the crying,
All the trying,
Must die too.
You say you’re just blunt.
I can be blunt too.
But now I see that it was just mean,
It may not seem
That it bothered me.
But don’t you see?
It was one of the many things bothering me.
You hardly gave me a compliment,
Your hatred left a heck of a dent,
And every penny you spent,
Was in pain.
You were vain.
You were insane.
And now it is plain,
That the tree
Must no longer bee.
We must set each other free.
Goodbyee.
Belle Carrie Garrison
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