When I stab to dart my anger away
it threw me bass in the past
Where I dwell with my love
In a fine broom dreamy abode
Tears sink from sight
When I wend through the past memories
They won't stay in acumen, falls every time
As the tears won't behold my face dim
I carried the clot of worries
I maul myself recapturing her break up words
This was my swinge
why I let her go so cushy
Some words are unspoken
some expressions are dissemble to expressed
Still I espy her affection for me
tear in acumen was only filled with the presence of me
A wonder I still bethink of her
She adored me from her core
The last sneers were in tears
I love you, don't let me apart from you
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