"you"
I met you in the room of hope
Your arms now clean
You signed my notes
I clung to you to stay afloat
You looked down and snipped the rope
Your delima cut my soul
I see now your hearts not whole
You tell me lies they all hear
You give me gifts for all to cheer
I know how deep your ego breeds
You'll never have what you see
Your soul will whither all alone
My love for you no longer grows
Copyright © Michelle Ault | Year Posted 2010
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