Deona Skidmore (March 20,1991 / Fort Benning Georgia)
into a world of non-existence
you wrote me love poems and songs
put your head on my chest and cried,
declared a love so pure, it had to be the closest thing to God
What went wrong?
'Cause a year and three nights later,
You don't love me anymore.
You expect me to smile?
have you not seen?
The news is up, and it's borderline obscene.
I've got a bleeding heart,
Yeah you've got teary-eyes,
But darling, I've never seen you look so mean.
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