A L O N E
When dark shad spreads of over my beloved
I cry, I pray and I work.
I live but not for me, I work but not for me.
I forget my destiny; but not my beloved.
But in life I knew, for beloved, you was junk
For thier needs you were inventions
Your life; your love; was all thier toy
Thier smirk and jibe hurt me as always
Musings of mine were never out of my heart.
For your love it was a toy
and your heart broken.
They say " broken was his... Why should we bother?"
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