I fell victim to your creative charm, the way you held me in your arms, your
sweet sensitivity made my blood run cold. For you to the devil my soul I
sold. Your evil ways took my breath away. You stole my voice, what was I to
say. I had been caught in you love sick trap. I needed a way out and I
needed it fast. I had feel victim to your heart and soul, if I wanted out I
had to pay a toll, a high price indented my life. I was at stake in
disbelief so I went for the take. The next morning I was dead fault to him
and his grin, and I swore to myself, I would never love again.


Robin Lynn Bailey
“98”

 
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