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The Poison

A sorrow and a diminish That has set before my eyes He says,"It's nothing to worry about" Yet he doesn't know I can see with his eyes His heart And his revenge I see his love for a woman For which it is not me I see he sees me as a small child Perhaps a toy for his fun and games I cry at night screaming Why must he do this to me every night My heart crashes to the ground As the knife before my eyes is his own Why doesn't he see The pain and anguish I suffer each day But he knows me too well He knows I will never leave him Because he is the blood that flows through my heart Yet it is a poison with the scent of death A poison that knows I will never leave him A poison that knows He is overpowering me And yet they say till death do us part Death do us part

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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