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Click hereMom made me Christine
Life made me Candy
Life amuses me a lot
By her modus operandi
Every client asks for me
I'm desirable, or so I'm told
But I'm just a body to them
I'm nothing but just a mould
He was different but,
And very differently so
He made my dark days
Very extravagantly glow
All the others out there
Made me feel like a machine
But when he bent his knee
I knew I was his queen
Though his company
Did make people flee
He had a beautiful heart
Which no one wanted to see
Outside he seemed fine
It was the inside where he bled
The fucking problem was that
He was strangled inside his head
Curveball after curveball, he
Couldn't escape unscathed
Hope was staring to die
As he started to lose faith
Life is an ocean in which
He never knew how to swim
He relieved himself of that pain
Finally letting death drown him...
I wear a poignant smile
As I see my eyes weep
All I hear are his words
Everyday as I fall asleep:
In a life full of thorns
Candy you're my flower
I love you so damn much
Even if I get just an hour
@Paul4play and @29wordsforsnow -- Thank you so much for your heartfelt words
A parabolic story you wished for it ended at the happy top point, but unfortunately...
Heart-wrenching.
Thanks for sharing