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    I let go of everything I believed in when you came around...you looked into my eyes and I was spellbound.

    You wrapped your arms around me tight...all I knew was I was flying high. Now things dont seem to be as consistent. Fightin and arguing, name callin, we break up to make up, all to be put back into the same position.

    Thought you was the type to compliment "ma swagga"..but instead allured me in with your empty promises and now Im sittin here trapped.

    Broken hearted, time only heals. I still got that fire in me, but its growing weak.

    You took away my crown, but also my sorrow...kissed me on the lips and
    wiped away my tears...I shoulda known you wasnt good for me then. But I believe in giving someone a chance to prove themselves, you looked me in the eye,told me you'd always be there & I was in love. Always trying to see the good in people.

    I stayed holdin you down through it all...bc I believe actions speak louder than words. But never got it back in return. Appreciation can be shown in two words...(thank you.)

    I stopped talking to friends, just so you wouldnt feel as if someone was stepping on your toes. Next thing I know, your talking to your ex. I stopped going out to the clubs. Found out you were out with your boys after the fact, where YOU ever going to tell me about that night?

    Faithful
    to you from day 1. Proved I was the wifey type, was there holding you down, saying "baby, everything is gonna be alright".  I grew weak, but still tried to keep my head high. Hoping for the best, but evidently prepared for the worse.

    You stayed makin me feel
    like I was just second best. I dance for you...only to feel like a fool. As I dance, your staring across the room, at the next lady you're waiting to spell bound soon. Never have you touched another woman while with me, so you say,  but there are different levels of unfaithfulness.

    Maybe Im just a fool for thinking 
    we had something concrete, so I sit here writing this poem, knowingly spell bounded but not defeated.

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    Chaos128 commented on untitled.

    12-23-2009

    Things we're attracted to always look shiny and flawless when new. But, after they've been around a while, we start to notice the blemishes and defects. The difference is in how we deal with it. Not only good work, but written with care.

    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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