“Seven months was time to long now that I'm out still difficult to figure what I did wrong . They say seasons change well so have I but if I said I didnt still love you well that would be a dam lie. I wounder how much you ever loved me its hard to see with this fog in front of me turning and twisting and weaving its spell making my heart feel like its in hell you never even hugged me shook my hand or wished me well all the wrong you did to me I still cant even say one bad word against thee while you laughed and called me names making fun of me as my heart bleeds in pain getting better at not being sad over a love it seems I never had with all our words that ryme I think how ironic you did the wrong thing at the right time ?”
