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For You My Love
by
Jess Benoualid
I thought you loved me,
I really did.
You dropped to one knee
I guess I should have hid.
Hid from it all,
The lies you know.
I wanted to crawl
To the floor.
The tears came out,
Like waterfalls, they were.
I tried not to pout.
You had to have her.
So last night,
I watched you sleep.
I held you tight
Without a peep.
I stole that thing,
You know, with what you breathe.
I thought you were just a fling,
But tonight my knife will seethe.
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