Friday, May 20, 2011

Claiming Her Victory

Blighted, slighted, feeling so misused/ Torn all asunder, left to be abused/ Crying, dying, dried out in the sun/ But you stand there basking, asking will he be the forgotten one?/ Laughing, joyful, feeling so amused/ You called me the user all the time I was being used

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