Poetry

Dean


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20 may 2012

Her Soul Is Crying

Her Heart Got Stolen By A Heart Robber
Her Ear If Fulled With Good Words
Promises Of Material Things Wont Let Her Go But To Hold Her Down
Her Body Is Filled With Care And She Is Loving It..

She's breathtaking but so much more
She walks in the room And Dine Like Queen
She's Living A Good Life And The Soul Is .....

Yet Every Nite In My Dream
I Saw Her Soul Crying, Wanting to Leave The Room And Calling Out For My Name To Help...

Just Not Fair
And It's Tearing Me Apart
Cuz Sh's Just Another Priceless Work Of Art
In His Gallery
But How Will I Convince Her To Love Me Instead...

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