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She said in the beginning.

He is oh so sweet,

sweet as the sweetest sugar.

and he swept me off my feet.

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I can’t get enough of him.

I yearn for him when he’s away.

I feel my love grow stronger for him,

each and every day.

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But I nicely stated,

He may have swept you off your feet,

and he may be sweet as sugar,

but sugar isn’t always sweet.

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She said toward the middle.

He’s still as sweet as sugar,

but he’s got a bitter side,

and he took his anger out on her.

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She also said she loves him,

and doesn’t want to leave him.

But the pain is getting unbearable,

and the situation’s becoming grim.

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This I told her so,

You can’t hide that you’re getting beat.

And I know you pretend he’s as sweet as sugar

But sugar isn’t always sweet

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She still had yet,

to listen to me.

But in the end,

I know she’ll see.

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Finally she left him a note,

although she could barely write,

She was feeling so very weak

and the tears were blocking her sight.

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She told him it was over,

and that they had reached an end.

And she told him he used to be so sweet,

but she could no longer pretend.

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He used to be so sweet to her.

but he left a bitter taste.

Their love spoiled and went sour.

With each bruise and tear on her face.

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It took her many years,

of crying tears and pain,

Black eyes and bruises,

and love she couldn’t gain.

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Then she finally realized,

what I had been telling her all along,

But was too scared to face him,

but knew what he was doing was wrong.

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The courage finally built,

now she’s finally free.

And it may have taken years,

for her to listen to me.

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He’s out of her life for good,

and now she feels complete.

With these final words he heard from her

“Sugar isn’t always sweet.”



~*~ Jill ~*~