Panda Broussard (10-14-1975 / Denham Springs, Louisiana)
Pop Goes the Bubble
Your eyes spoke to me, like no one had for awhile.
They called my name, always left me with a smile.
I never held your hand, I never felt your embrace.
But I felt you there, and when you left without a trace.
A lie I am sure, was mumbled allowed.
The deceitful witch I have no doubt.
Jealousy is cruel and spiteful with glee.
Oh the pain she has now brought to me.
Listen, go ahead, for you have, I am sure.
Once my dreams in the air, have now fallen to the floor.
It does not matter, there is no care.
Once happiness is stolen, there is no repair.
Throbbing and aching heart this time I'm done. Evil wins again....no love now....she won.
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