Over you in May

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you were not much of a real friend

the stitches of the seam are torn

you were no friend  at all to me

the black dress that I’ll wear to mourn

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and for memories of what could have been

I find no future there

nothing left to wear

but naked lies

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how you thought the truth could be so bend

how you thought that you could lie to me

it was something I had never seen

now I know to be aware

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it is like waking up in Spring

the welcome of a  finer day

awaiting morning birds to sing

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the black dress taken by the storm

at last the rain will come and wash away

this pain and shape it in another form

I am over you in May

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entry for jingle potluck