She
She was alone,
than he came by
She felled in love,
and he made her cry.
She thought he was the one,
but he told her lies
She thought his heart she had won,
but he never told her what was the prize
Now she cries every night
knowing her soul has died
His out of her sight
but he took her pride
She's mad, she's sad
She's crying, she's dying
..She is ME!
Copyright © Luz Monroy | Year Posted 2011
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