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| She smiled with a tear in her eye Biding them all goodnight Knowing damn well she would not wake up the same.. Her life as she knew it had forever changed There was a hole in her chest and there was no room for A broken heart to rest there so she moves on carrying her broken heart In her suede black bag Allover town wherever she goes there is a seat for it, For everyone to see. That same girl that was given the world in her hands Is the same girl that is now lost wandering lonely streets Searching for a place to rest her heart and head So now shed rather take her broken heart In that same �ol suede bag And be on her way Than to seek something solid that in time will fade. From time to time I see that same girl passing by on the street And for some odd reason she smiles at me. --Jennifer Juarez |
| "There is a reason why people of our past don't make it to our future"--unknown |
| He fought with me in desperatey Thought that my love for him was doomed Never took my pure of heart with a simple I love you too There had to be motive within those words, Or so my Papa thought to be true But when he ran out of moves He turned to me and said, �I no longer love you, You are of no good to me.� And to this I pained and ached Because my years of heart shattering dispute The love I gave to him was in vain For, I should�ve known a man who loves not himself Nor the women whom had birthed him And seen him through his youth Could never love a heart such as mine For he knows not what to do With Continuity and Truth. |
