Finally I See..

Finally I See..

A Poem by Madonna Starr
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Being cheated on is horrible.. Being cheated on and then lied to is even worse..

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she cries herself to sleep at night

thinking of all the things you've done

she cries herself to sleep at night

thinkin how you did her wrong

the promises you've broken

the dark clouds in her sky

all the games you've played;

her tears come from your lies

she cries herself to sleep at night

she's lonely; she's cold and its so dark

she herself feels so stupid

cuz she gave you her heart

no matter what you say now

no matter what you do

in the back of her mind

she'll always know the truth

you went out and partied that night

 

then [she] took you to [her] home and gave you some

guess what i had over here wasn't good enough

how could someone like [her] decieve you?

when i am the one

who would NEVER hurt you

i am the one

who promised not to leave you..

 

the levees break

and the rivers come to flood

all that i thought had become of us

she thought for once she'd found the truth

someone she could believe in

but all along the same sad story

the same lyrics to a different song

same circumstances and situations

but they come a different day

and then you turn aroun and have the nerve;

the audacity to say:

 

"i love you"

 

haha silly silly girl

how could she play the fool?

she knew all about your past

your ways..

but somehow you convinced her you'd changed

and then she turns around to hear you

come and admit you did her wrong..

you say you kissed more than one girl

you went home with [her] and now

what happened in the dark has come to light..

 

how could you say you love me

when you knew it wasn't true

how could i believe i was special

when just another girl

is ALL i am to you

hurts my heart you know you lied

and now all i can seem to do is cry

more      e     m     p     t     y     than a vast      s     p     a     c     e

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foolish of me to actually think somehow

that you could care..

so she cries herself to sleep at night

in the morning; red eyes is all you see

i bet by now you've figured out

that she is really me..

© 2008 Madonna Starr


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Madonna Starr
Madonna Starr

Cincinnati, OH



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I belive that in life it isn't the [DESTINATION] but it is the [JOURNEY] that is of greatest importance. We take the [GOOD] with the [BAD] The [BEAUTIFUL] along with the [UGLY] And we embrac.. more..

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