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My Darling My Darling


I learned a woman’s heart ain’t no toy.

My darling my darling, please forgive me;

Your voice heals my wounds.

Seeing you broken was the worst crime to make

Along with tears coming down your face;

I rather get lost in your heart instead of mine.

Darling let me sew your pieces back together,

You and I have an empire to built in the future.

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Gustavo Alexander Rosales

Reading and writing help me stay out of trouble. I am from Watts, one of the most dangerous and poorest cities of Los Angeles.

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