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Song
The wincing of her face, delivering the song in minor,
disgusted was her taste such as the coal build up on miners.
She seemed, not into things that were okay or even finer,
so ravenously sang without a care.
I sang to her because I had the feeling it was best,
but the song I sang to her, it only caused her much distress,
and the words that I wrote downtime from within the body's chest,
and she looked at me so daunting with a stare.
I do not believe the wrong that's beed decided and decreed,
only believing in the song that has invited you to me,
but if you choose to sing along that'd be polite and excite me,
but you don't just break apart hearts you see, you tear.
And all the anger that you seemed to have caused me from within,
and vice versa, me singing a song or heart provoking hymn.
And you second guess the purpose of my song. For me or him?
And I ponder 'cause I don't believe you dare.
But dare and dare you ay and I'm done with your episodes.
All this anger starts to build up and the lobe, it just corrodes.
all the value that we had it tarnished and then explodes,
and our relationship shows notice of the wear.
So i'm moving on without you taking time and taking song,
taking joy and happiness and all the love can come along.
i hope that someday you'll realize the things you said were wrong,
so the load will be much lighter that you bear.
by Emanuel Gibson
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