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When i look back i cant help but hate him,
Even though its been more than 6 years.
I've been through so much since he left me,
And yet, no experience can cloud my visions of him.
He's got the effects of a drug, i'm addicted,
Hooked on my own foul desires,
That for one night of my troublesome life,
I can escape from the worlds cruel satires,
And melt into the everlasting fires that are his eyes once again.
And remember what it is to be loved.
For 6 years my bed has been empty, my life a pale palette of grey.
My heart like a broken toy in the closet, never to be played with again,
My mind is a shrine to his memory and my soul is not mine any longer,
But searches for its other half in the dead of the night, so we can come together, be stronger.
Like siamese twins we are joined at the heart, yet connected by such a thin twine,
I miss greatly the days spent making love to him, 6 years ago, when he was mine.
In the intense mist of our passion, we often got carried away;
We had rows, we fell out, constant quarrels, but we always made up the next day.
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Those lines right there shined the most you a good writer just shorten ya bars a lil so the flow wont be so choppy nice job though keep it coming 1.. |