January 6, 2010
By Rosanna1120 SILVER, Cincinati, Ohio
Rosanna1120 SILVER, Cincinati, Ohio
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Favorite Quote:
Life isn't what we do on the first day of the week, but how we live it between Sundays" - Karen Kingsbury

You played me like a drum
Until I missed a beat
Then your intent was not as deceit

The flag has come down
The fight is done
However no one ever truly won

No longer can I have temptation
To wait for my phones illumination
To see another’s name is too much frustration
Your silence fostering my desperation

You are a drug to my self-destructing heart;
A medicine to a broken heart;
A slow corrupting envenomed poison

I am remembering your hazel eyes
While caught in this dependency I am being forced to abandon
So to you here lies my lost goodbye

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