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Stormy days...July rains....

She watches love pass her by....

In the form of butterflies and dandelions.

Where is her prince charming now?

In the arms of another...

Maybe she's a better lover.

Collapsing to the ground...in the freezing rain..

Mascara dripping down...her tear stained face.

They said she's angelic in white...

Now she's buried in their lies.

Consumed in the heartbreak..

Her last words...are painful cries..

Addressed to the man...in love's disguise.

by Ireland
posted on 01/18/2008