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Tears
by Lasaundra D Sandberg
When I watched you walk away and leave me standing
with tears in my eyes, I know you could see that I was upset.
I know you hear the whimpering in my voice when I asked you to stay.
You said quickly I have to go with him for a while
can?t you stay here with your friends.
All I thought to myself was, why couldn?t you feel the love
I have for you, why don?t you want to prove that you love me too?
Why does the taste of a grape blunt taste better
than the sweet taste of my lips?
Wouldn?t you rather smell my perfume on your shirt
thAn a drug that you shouldn?t even be around?
I ask myself all the time do you really love me?
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