My X
God he was the fear in my dream
The hatred I didn't want to feel
Tears I didn't want to let go
Sadness that shouldn't be buried deep inside
I just wanted it simple
Wanted a loving touch
A bright smile every morning
Kisses when needed
Instead their was a jerk behind the gleam
A dark shadow underneath the truth
Used to be an untruthful smile
Just to make him happy...what was the point
What about me
He didn't look in the mirror
Didn't see his faults
Just took me for his reflection because I was always there for him
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