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Wisdom Dickson Jr.

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I give all of me but it can't measure up your happiness. I feel like I stay under the rain and don't catch a Cold. I try to make you smile but you don't care. I just want you to look at me whit a smile. I wish I had longer foots. You keep making me feel bad am standing looking if you give a dem about me. But just keep making fun of my love. Am locked away in treas but that gave me the straight to privail over weakness I went away in river of treas
Now. I get a call from you asking for love . funny right? Telling me time heals all wounds. She knows I have a feeble heart. When I think of her all I get are painful memories
She came back milking her way to my heart again but all I can give her is the anger she left inside me
But she said again time heals all wounds. And then I looked into dose beautiful eyes of hers and saw a feeble heart seeking for my love. Of a truth you can't stop the heart from getting what it wants.




Turay Jessica Alisha
Fri, 12 Oct 2018 01:38 am
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