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Bitter Taste Some dreams, you know, they never end, in time they fade to grey. Please do not treat me as you friend, move on, just move away. Your arm around my shoulder, just serves as a reminder. This woman would be better off, to leave some things behind her. And do not toss your line, to see if I will bite, For I am met with dreams of you, almost every night. So please go fishing elswhere, your bait is getting old and I have found some comfort, insulated from your cold. Just move on to the next gal, I hope that she is armed. For you are such an expert, at having women charmed. My regrets are small, but still they all are mine. The wheels of the God's grind slow you know but they grind so exceedingly fine........ |
Additional Notes:
Oh the pain of love lost. It's like a bad taste in the mouth. Just want to spit it out but the memory of the sweet taste of love lingers right behind the bitter.
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