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Tina

Captivating hazel eyes, smooth light brown skin

Beautiful girl, short curly hair and a figure too thin

Classy style, a contagious smile, an annoying drunk, a sometimey friend

 

Full of talent, lacks self control, a troubled soul lost within

 

Alienated by sisters, cherished by only brother

Intoxicating to her married lover, Pops pills with her mother,

She and I can't stand each other,

but understand one another

 

Something not right with her desire to conversate every night

Hearing her voice daily with no vision of her in sight

Something not right with her desire to no longer fight

And us now becoming tight

 

Whereabouts unknown, eerie quiet background convinces me she's all alone

She is holding a secret, I can tell it in the pauses as she talks to me on the phone

She's silently crying I can sense it in her tone

I dismissed it as a sober experience she wants to get through on her own

 

Six months later she surfaces looking like a different lady

The sudden curvy figure, suspicious behavior convinces me she's done had a baby

When asked, her reply was "No!" then changed to maybe

Rumors confirmed that the whole disappearing act was very shady and she did indeed have a baby

 

Never could figure out why the secret since she was 25 years old,

But where did the baby go, No one seems to know,

Another secret she isn't letting go on why no baby to show

Why she gave birth on the down low, No one will ever know

 

Everyone moved on, believing that is one thing she will take to her grave

She moved on back to the wine, Vicodins and Xanaxes she craved

Back with a vengeance to the rude way she used to behaved

Which I easily forgave because adopting out your baby is depressing and very brave

 

Again, she stops coming around

I wait for her calls and not a sound

People are asking about her, but she is nowhere to be found

I knew she was on a rebound, but still, she calls when she's feeling down

 

Three days later, there she was right at home

On the floor naked with her rigor mortis hand in the air reaching for the telephone

Blood dried on her mouth and nose, and left to die all alone

Dead, holding yet another secret because her death is still unknown

 

All ten fingers missing their rings

Before bringing out her body, her missing car, a suspicious friend brings

The cause of death the coroner can't determine from a number of things

An accidental overdose, suicide or foul play from one of her ****** flings

We don't know, Rest in peace Tina girl,

You finally got your wings

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May 17, 2010
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