She is dead
the woman that used to love you.
She is gone
the one who adored you.
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She is departed
the one who held your head in her lap,
and ran her fingers through your hair.
You left her broken-hearted
as you chased your desires into thin air.
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You have killed her
the one who’s sweetness you’ve tasted,
you left her with the hard-learned lesson
that some love truly is wasted.
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But please do not grieve her
though she gave you her heart and soul,
You willingly chose to deceive her
as her love you continually stole.
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Do not assume you still know her
if you happen to see her again;
She is not the same woman that loved you
When you left is when her life began
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And if you could see deep into her core
you would see that she doesn’t love you anymore,
that the moment your heart slammed shut that door
her heart sought to seek what life has in store
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She is looking for someone to sweep her off her feet
someone’s who’s kind, and gentle and sweet
someone who will hold her and never release her
who knows the little things it takes to please her
someone who’s faithful and honest and true
someone, anyone, as long as he’s not you.
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heartache is not always about love..
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