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Oct 2014
I'll have hell to pay
When I wake from this dream
I just want to stay
Here and never leave
With you here
Me in your arms
Sleep so near
Knowing im safe from harm
Your warmth surrounding me
As the movie fades to a close
The three little words that set me free
Whispered from your lips, so close
The happiness fills me to the brim
But then I fall of the rim
Of reality
And make believe.
And I'm back in the real world
Lips white, toes curled
You lay still in your bed
Of silk and wood
Slate white, toe to head
I would walk away if I could
As they close the coffin
And lower you into your grave
And I have the strongest urge to wave
Goodbye
Not going to cry and ask why
Because I'm the one who put you there
Six feet below
Dirt covering your eternal lair
I Know you know.
Because three little words
Whispered to you as you died
Those words you heard
And the falseness inside.
And to my first victim I say goodbye.
Cameryn Micheal
Written by
Cameryn Micheal  Boston, MA
(Boston, MA)   
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