by Felicia Ann

Sheís fed up
Needs space
From you and
So many issues
Weighing her down
But these are
your issues
That youíve been
Left with to
Battle all

She didnít trust
Me because she
Couldnít trust her
Dayum self

Reminds me of her
Thought I could throw
It all away to forget
Then Iíd have
Nothing at all
I wait for her to
Stop these cruel
Games with my heart,
Body and mind. I
Long for the white
Silk of my nights
Through the

I canít just turn
Off my love for
My spirit is severed
but the feelings are still
Why did she go?

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