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A Forced Lesson

The winds come hitting my hair Then they come back hitting my dress Memories come back to me With each hit, I feel my body Powerful but heartless For a moment, I tried to let you go But the good memories are still in my mind's shelf I tried not to think about you But how could I ignore a part of myself You will have to fix what you have done You will have to be with me You came through my life and you have to leave clean That's how the game should be Mr.Devil you haven't played the game well I can't step aside from your line I've already got you under my skin It's too late that you won't to be mine Now, you should find away that you could run away You didn't know the real woman inside Wait , we haven't done playing the game Because back then, I didnt know how to play my part I will show you what's it like to abandon the pure heart I will let you stay with me till you really understand Messing with a woman like me is crossing farthest lines Let me make it clear by drawing the red line on wherever you stand

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 8/18/2010 9:23:00 AM
What a wonderful day to be reading poetry of others. I am so happy your poetry is among those I am reading this morning Kaila. I wish you as I wish all my fellow poets the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. It is a pleasure to me to read my fellow poets poetry. Love, Carol
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