I feel hurt and cheated,
like I haven't been kind,
cause the question why?,
is always on my mind.
When I think really hard why,
my head starts to hurt,
but if you told me the answer,
I'd be very alert.
When I go on a walk,
I never feel the same,
because there is noone there,
to call that name.
I know I'm being selfish,
and I'm sorry to be a witch
,
but she meant so much,
and you took her you snitch!
A poem to God,in all do honor,
By:Aa poems,
poems from the heart.
copyright 1996 by:
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