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When you mounted that lame horse,
I should have said something,
Oh, I forgot I did say something and then....
The horse boo-whooed, nickered and brayed to you ..
Until things became confused, setting you up to be betrayed.
You were not mine to win or lose.
That day you rode away with her...is the same day that
a crippled horse, crippled our relationship!
Yet, it was she who was the bully on the playground.
She set us both up...
She saw I was that blessing in the lives of many.
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She befriended Me “Only to try and replace me.
She thought I was your lady...not knowing
I am that blessing that God puts in people lives,
when they need a friend,” without strings''.
You could cry to me; I uplift and demand nothing -
That’s what befuddled that devil!
I, being the most loved on the playground of your life
upset her plans as she wanted no outside influences;
Her goal and aim were to destroy my watchful eye, so she could devour you.
Now with me out of the picture you are once again, sadly without a true friend!
She has many more loved ones for you to turn against.
She will knock them off one by one until you are with none:
She has you at her command.
She’ll destroy you and...
Then she’ll run and hide behind whatever guilt shield is available.!
I still feel sad because I should have acted a fool,
and never allowed you to ride off into the sunset
mounted on that lame demented horse.
Somehow, now I see you using your new found substance
to write emphatically so be strong or be broken substantially.
Our love was not sexual and man’s weakness is lust...
But in the end Love Wins.
This is a message to a good friend.
About a lame horse.