April 17, 2011
No longer shall you comfort me as I cry,
for this time you are the offender.

You are not the one I want
said you.

said I.

You gave no response.

But I know.
It is her you want
her with the golden hair
instead of me with hair like dirt
Dirt to Gold

I don't blame her,
only you.
You have murdered me for love from another,
and my broken heart will haunt.

A horrible nightmare.
But I know I can never wake up until I have

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