Wasted love and wasted time,
Wasted thoughts of you once cluttered my mind.
Hurricane winds from your lying lips,
Blew me off course, sending me on a wasted trip.
I was played like a hark, but not by an Angel's hand,
My heartstrings were severed by a deceitful man.
Revenge for past pain was your wish,
Though I was innocent, you gutted me like a fish.
You left me to wallow in a pool of blood,
My face was pushed in the mud.
What the Hell was my crime?
I gave you love, care and was so kind.
You took and took until I was drained,
Now just the bitter taste of tainted love remains.
You are a sower of heartache and pain,
Karma is slow but sure and will remember your name.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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Be always safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Li'l Twister. :D
a charmed pen. My money is on you and Karma. It's time
to lose this loser. -gene.
Sandie May :o)