Spilt Milk

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Like a child I cried,
Because you had to decide
wether or not I could abide
But I tried and tried
And in the end I died.

My heart burst open
And with these words
That you couldn't
Push past your
Own lips
You
Broke my mold

And Even though you
Put it all nice like
The deadly strike
Struck me cold
No warmness would reside
Here anymore

No more will I look at
Your innocent face...
The face of a
Killer
It proceeds to mock me
Again, and again.

Goodbye.. My
Beloved,
No longer will
I hurt over spilt milk.





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