Free from lies of life long dreams
Uncalled ripping at the seams
Calls ring out all thru the night
Knock on doors yet out of sight
Outside sitting at your door
Feet touching the cold hard floor
Felt like hung and left to dry
Beneath the tough exterior lie
Insecurity of the low being
Trusted her and yet she fling
Casst away the FBI
Her mother shat from her CBye~!!
27 yrs ago
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