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Author: Leslie Pinson
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Turn
Turn left to leave,
And right to see,
The absolute and total me
I have a story,
I wish to share with the class,
About my passed in which is vast
The story like a scary tale,
All though it should have been a fairy tale
My one true love was bound to last,
But won the brother,
 I told to fast
His best friend I love,
And long did I say,
But are first two months had gone away
So this the end,
Not quite yet
For the ex came into this bet
She came so haunted on Halloween,
She slipped right down in between
The pain I felt to strong to last,
For one week later,
He was mine again at last
He stayed by my side five months hence,
Never to leave,
For this night he didn’t wish to flee
I welcomed him in to my soul,
And every thing in between 
Are passions flared as one,
Only to be scared,
Of all that fun
The pain so bad,
At once was done,
In his arms,
Are hearts were one
Then that brother won again,
He found use out,
Are life’s were done 
This man I loved in the mist,
Turned into that boy you long to kiss
He hid the love, 
He said so strong,
And made it seem as all is gone
Are hearts as one,
Were forced to split,
Into the two single sets
If the boy was a man
He could have won this hand,
As it stands
But instead he broke the chain of love,
Sitting quietly like a bug 
As I looked into his eyes,
Hoping he would claim me,
As his prize
What a cheat at the end,
Are life as one came to an end
I stood my ground,
Were was he,
This boy of mine totally fled
I stand as one,
As no one can see,
The thousand days my eyes will bleed 
Were was the man,
I wished would take my hand,
And said we would always be
He took my love,
And all of me,
As if it was nothing but a notch on a tree
This love of mine,
Completely shattered in my mind,
In to the space that takes up time
That brother did win all the time,
And broke my heart,
With in no time
This boy I long to see a man,
And still maybe take his hand
He will always be a part of me,
And one I will always wish to see
If you turned right instead of left,
You will see were I land yet
With no man to take my hand,
And repay me for that,
In which stand.
 

 

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