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    The End

    I told you all how my story started,
    But like all stories it has a middle and an end,
    I am so unlucky in love let me tell you how we parted,
    He broke my heart to the point where it's impossible to mend.

    Now let's come 4 years to the present,
    He gave me a beautiful little boy who is now 4 years old,
    The years went by and people came and went,
    Now let me tell you how this all came unfold.

    We started to meet up every now and then,
    So he and my son could get to know each other,
    One day he picked me up from school and we hung out at the Sheraton,
    That was when my life had changed for the better.

    He came out and told me how he felt,
    He said he loved me and he had for a while,
    Then he kissed me and my heart and soul started to melt,
    When I got home that night I couldn't help the permanent smile.

    After that night we started talking more and more,
    We used to sneak out just to meet up and spend time together,
    I was starting to fall in love with him I could feel it deep down in my core,
    My heart started to feel that with him I could spend forever.

    He and his wife got into so many fights,
    That they finally broke it off and she dipped out,
    That was when he brought me over and I was spending the night,
    I finally got to experience what real happiness was all about.

    I felt like I was living a dream it was amazing,
    But dreams are not real and it had to end,
    Things started getting out of control and going crazy,
    I really thought on him I could truly depend.

    But he used me and lied to me I can't believe he was so fake,
    He had admitted to being in love with me then all of a sudden he took it back,
    Now I know for believing in him was a very big mistake,
    He took my heart and soul and I fear I will never get it back.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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