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    I don't know if I could try again... Respect trust and love was broken..... Don't get me wrong you are beautiful...... I still will call you the love of my life.... Hard with hurt.......

    the used

     
       Blind but staring right at it.....
    Knowing better but blinded......
    See you will or would think and have a fit.......
    Because you read this......


                        I won't care you hurt me ....
             You lead me on........
     You can say no.........
    But you are gone.........

                      You can say what ever you want.....
    God and the two of us know the truth...
                        You can be mad but my memories don't lie.....
    My hand on you thigh......
     

                      I asked if I should stop.....
              You said no... Not at all........
       We talked played Footsy for a bit....
    I told you how beautiful you are.......

                           You said you didn't see it....
               I told you I should stop.....
        You didn't say shit......
     We talked more..........

                                We both kept saying.....
                    We felt a spark.......
         I was blinded with a chance, and didn't see......
                              Blinded  but now set free......

              Lead on and used.....
     Now I don't hurt......
    My love you refused .......
                               I'll never flirt......

          With you again...........
    Never never never ever.......
                  You just get the man.........
      But not the lover.........

                                           So out of respect...
               I will be lady like and decline........
      Because it was that side of me rejected..
                    And with all of me I'll be fine....
     

                                Simply      Redbloodink 

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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