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Guess I'm Not Over U

I cry in tears
But Chuck I still remember
What I said and how
During that cold December

The night before u
Left me and never returned
Only for my desires and
Your understanding of my heart burned

It's ninety years later
None of u is appresent
I heard u died in the home
Of your grandma's residence

U were 53 and battled
Thy cousin to keep grandma alive
But I believe all is a lie
Because u are sweet as a bee hive

Of honey processed
For the shipment to be made
To be put in bottles
To be processed of the store's days

I wish u were here in
This my very presence
I'd luv u at your offer
As if I was buried treasure

That u found as a prize
And something ah relic to keep
I wouldn't turn u down
As I did then because I was sleep

To your luv u offered
Though it I can't see
But can remember how
Deeply thy eyes ah treasured me

All u saw then was
A fine older wife to be
Though 25 I didn't want
Someone 14 years younger than me

U made no mistake I
Lehoina did this ah made
I'm still a rich woman
But I should have tried thy escapade

U saw a 6 foot 7 inch
Woman an ah glory before thee
An ah taste of fine
In which if not acquired will never be

Even I then seen thy
Strength of how thy luv'd thyself
And u are still out there somewhere
This world u haven't left








Written by Sandals (Birchel Devon Robinson)
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Author's Note
This is truly one made up story of poetry. I was looking at a romance novel I found upon the ground before I put it back down.
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