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I hate the way
you change with
that anger which
always brings me
pain
Your fine one minute
then gone the next
We always seem to cross
negative paths
that always seem to poses
their own wraths and loss
I try to suppress
but it seems you always
put me to the test
…Then…
I shatter the glass
that forms me is broken
like a storm
And like many words
unspoken
Its you token
me being broken
To me it seems
your true colors
have awoken
You seem of a darker hue
is that my que
Its not a pretty sight
but I fight
with all my might
But you consume me
with you omens power
im always in suspense
Your controlling and
destroying me form
the inside out
And the funny thing is
that you said you loved me
And look how that turned out
I surly hate you without
a dough
Copyright © Alyssa Ramos | Year Posted 2017
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