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Aug 2010
The nightmares come.
The dreams they go,
Thru my mind and heart they flow.
Making sense of what's to come,
I can not believe what you have done.
Seeing you behind those eyes,
I still remember all of your lies.
Shaken up and broken down,
You put a terror into this town.
I miss the thought of what I felt,
I hurt for her and the cards she's been delt.
Not only for her but me as well,
You put so many thru a certain hell.
The call you made just a day before,
Were you coming for me to get your score?
The nightmares they come,
The dreams they go.
For in my mind,
My heart you froze.
Unlocked passion,
Tortured soul,
What were you thinking,
Do you even know?
You had my heart,
In a way you still do.
I can let noone else in,
Only a few.
Lessons learned.
Advice is found.
The cuffs you wear will abound.
Life you will serve.
And so will she.
The poor little girl,
She will never be free.
Butterfly
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