Hurrell

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    Hurrell

    The taste of her lips haunts me

    I knew from the beginning

    It wouldn’t be easy

    I knew there was an ending

    And it would burn or sting

    Without a sweet after taste

    A bitter bruise for the Heart

    She came to me broken

    Used me

    Smart to her trickery

    Now I’m leaving her

    To her own demise

    I tried to help her

    She rejected and fought

    All my efforts

    To show her

    Just how Beautiful

    I once saw her as

    Left with only the ugly truth

    She is not who I hoped she’d be

    Still

    She is broken

    I’ve left her

    As lost as she was

    The day she stole me away

    And now

    On this day

    The day she’s lost me

    I’m turning my back

    On her

    And walking away

    Never to look back

    She has no self value

    No self respect

    And as such

    I see no value

    In her at all

    I’m over it

    I’m over her

    -Fin-

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    Lind commented on Hurrell

    08-23-2017

    That moment when you're so mislead.... Great write.

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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