Toni Rumbel Poems

Twenty years of hatred
Blazes in his eyes
He looks at the man kneeling
Before him and smiles
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I love the music playing in the ballroom
I dance alone, waiting for my boy
He sits alone, forced to listen, it's his doom
Feel so bad, he acting like my puppet, my toy
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I hate to turn up on your doorstep in the middle of the night
But I've just walked through a tunnel and found the light
Love is a monster and hurts so much
I didn't want to remember, but couldn't forget such
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