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Jan 2013
Red. Black. Blue.
all the colors that drenched from her face
the destruction that was left behind
the path that was never meant to be crossed
...crossed that night
Words that was never meant to be spoken
.....were said that night
Lovers desperation to believe wrong
and see thru the evil
But soon believers turn victims
Victims turn users
the cycle just repeats
One crossed boundary can change a viewpoint forever
one wrongly used word can change the heart
So heart of destruction
hear my words
hear my pleas
I wish to not be changed
I wish to not cross that path
Leave me as I am
A believer in the distance
A mad woman drunken with love
With the taste that lingers from his breathe
Leave me as I am
Oh heart of destruction I plea my case
Hear my words as I beg before you on my knees
Leave me as I am
A fool to his words
A slave to his actions
For the way he kisses me
Or the way he touches me
Leave me as I am
Even if he his just a user and I shall soon become a victim to his ways
Leave me as I am
Hear my silent plea of forgiveness
Move along and do not destroy my happiness
For the cycle will repeat itself
For now I am just a believer in the distance of the night
But soon I shall be a victim turn user
Maybe someday I will learn
But for now
Leave me as I am
A mad women hypnotized with his lies
Drunken with the spell of his love
But yet I choice to believe
Margaretta Sackor
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Margaretta Sackor  20/F/Virginia, USA
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