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Nov 2013
She stands in the corner;
Tear stains on her eyes;
Another mans come and gone;
Another's ruined her life;
She's accepted every hurt;
She accepted every pain;
She thought each one would be different;
But each one turned out the same;
She accepted every circumstance,
See now as she was growing up;
Her parents didn't show her right,
She never really saw love;
But I mean would expect any different?
From a kid who's never even seen her parents kiss.
Never shared a bed, never even shared a room;
Its like the day never existed when either of them said "I do";
Her parents made three children; And that's where all the hope ends;
Felt like her parents weren't married;
Heck, they where barely friends;
She dreams of her day in her white dress,
If she can ever move on from this mess;
No guy ever rose above;
Never taught what it meant to be loved;
She's suspicious of every smile;
Like every kind person wants to make her run a mile;
The sharks smell the blood of a busted heart;
So they lie to her, write a script, play the part;
Take what they want, then they simply up and go;
Never felt a thing after breaking down her soul;
She's vulnerable and they use it to their advantage;
And the amount of decent guys seem to be in shortage;
Busted and broken, she's crying lying on the floor;
Doesn't even know what her body's worth anymore;
Tears running down her face and her make up;
The words engraved on her heart are "I hate love";
Cuz every person always did her the wrong way;
So she'll revel in pain and let the songs play;
She talks herself down before they even have a chance;
She's hearing the music, but she's never even been asked to dance;
So if you need her, you'll find her out looking for love;
In all the wrong places, broken wings of the purest dove;
Any affection means nothing to her anymore;
Cuz every man who spoke of love, up and left and locked the door…
Written by
Courtney Micaela Schipper  Pretoria
(Pretoria)   
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