Controlling,
Demanding,
Follow them,
To the so called,
Promise Land.
Counting the price of regret,
As my life hung in the balance,
Twisting minds with it,
Just one of your many talents.
Tales have been told,
Of a better life,
I was ******* sold,
Believing all of your lies.
I was so naive,
And trusting,
Still can't believe,
Never again.
Mark my words,
I fell victim one time,
I followed my heart,
But now this is goodbye.
Goodbye.
Although,
This is our bitter end,
One day,
Our bonds I hope to mend.
So this is farewell,
Best of luck to you,
One day we may be friends,
I sincerely hope we do.
Written: February 29/12
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