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May 28, 2009
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Lost
She loved me, she hated me.
Yet, I pretended not to see
The fire in her eyes.
And her sweet disguise.
In times of great need
She was not there.
Sometimes I wonder if she
Ever did care.
Home after home I have been,
Never again to see my kin.
Person after person I have met,
And all thought I was a threat.
Maybe she was right, maybe she was wrong.
It must have been my fault all along.
This all happened in a blur,
Yet she needs to know that deep in my heart, I still love her.
Yet, I pretended not to see
The fire in her eyes.
And her sweet disguise.
In times of great need
She was not there.
Sometimes I wonder if she
Ever did care.
Home after home I have been,
Never again to see my kin.
Person after person I have met,
And all thought I was a threat.
Maybe she was right, maybe she was wrong.
It must have been my fault all along.
This all happened in a blur,
Yet she needs to know that deep in my heart, I still love her.
— HeadGames, May 28, 2009
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louiemary
17 years ago
good