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The pain came in a box, and inside were all the times he was disappointed.
All the times he had his heart broken by her... always her.
She came and went like a breeze, like a wind that nobody could stop, and when she did...she took his heart.
Specifically, it seems malicious...and all those times she was running, she was running from herself...she needs help.
Help that he can't give, nor could he ever...his love...forever.
Spiraling down her own hateful hole she doesn't seem to care about anyone, not even for herself.
She's a broken toy in her broken box, she's as cunning as a wolf as slick as a fox...but even she can't out maneuver herself.
The woman is beyond reproach.
He sits in his chair losing his hair, the tears have run a channel into his cheeks.
He feels weak...he feels worn like a carpet that's been traveled too much.
She took all that he was, or will ever be.
His heart, it gave out one day waiting for his angel to return... cigarette hits the floor and then he burned.
The fire cleansed that house, and all the ghosts that resided there.
She never returned, not even for his funeral, but she was out there, willing to do it again.
An out of control whirlwind, she spins.
She doesn't care who or what she ruins in her wake... filthy jezebel.
~SL
All the times he had his heart broken by her... always her.
She came and went like a breeze, like a wind that nobody could stop, and when she did...she took his heart.
Specifically, it seems malicious...and all those times she was running, she was running from herself...she needs help.
Help that he can't give, nor could he ever...his love...forever.
Spiraling down her own hateful hole she doesn't seem to care about anyone, not even for herself.
She's a broken toy in her broken box, she's as cunning as a wolf as slick as a fox...but even she can't out maneuver herself.
The woman is beyond reproach.
He sits in his chair losing his hair, the tears have run a channel into his cheeks.
He feels weak...he feels worn like a carpet that's been traveled too much.
She took all that he was, or will ever be.
His heart, it gave out one day waiting for his angel to return... cigarette hits the floor and then he burned.
The fire cleansed that house, and all the ghosts that resided there.
She never returned, not even for his funeral, but she was out there, willing to do it again.
An out of control whirlwind, she spins.
She doesn't care who or what she ruins in her wake... filthy jezebel.
~SL
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