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With steady hands and cold finger's I write you this broken hearted letter...



Dear love of lies,



I think you have taken every ounce of me, every part of my being.

You have left me black and blue on the inside not the out. More times then most it hurts more on the inside.



You have broken into my hearts safe and taken everything you could, and now the safest place I have is no longer the place to hold and lock the love I may never get back..



You look at me with cold eyes that once held so much endearing love and now just hold regret, and even colder lies.



You talk to others as if I don’t excise , like I was never born or maybe I was, and is just a bad page and not chapter in your cold and lonley life.



You make midnight phone calls and never say a word..

I know its you by the breathing I can hear your hurt.



you act like you don’t know me, yet you seem to fallow me around..

We make eye contact and you turn and walk away, some times I wonder what it is you have to say.



Your as cold as winter, and you once could have been July, I don’t understand the reason and I don’t get the lies...

How a soul could be so warm and then as cold as ice.



Maybe it was me for trying to hard, maybe it was me for only wanting you to be happy.

If happiness is wrong I wont say im sorry...

I wont give the sympathy to your pity party..



Now I take this letter and I tuck it in its envelope.

One little push and under your door it goes.

I can hear your footsteps as they come closer...



Now im on my way down the hall and out there door,



it’s a bright new day, the sun is hot the sky is blue,

here’s to new begins and to the end of you....