A Rhyming Break-Up
I showed her grace,
and got disgrace,
but I'm not the Pope
and I lost all hope.
So I found a way out
with dope, it helps
you cope.
What didn't she steal,
now I can't heal.
She put me in my place,
and took the smile
from my face.
Love flew,
like a dove.
Was I to blind
to find
the truth,
after all I'm no sleuth
or was it lost in youth ?
She broke my stride
and my pride,
so I cried,
then I died.
A bona fide ride to hell,
but I didn't sell
my soul
isn't that swell.
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