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Post by MysticMind17 on Mar 3, 2003 0:32:30 GMT -5
You think of him daily, and dream of him at night. You wish he was there, as you turn out the light.
You want him so bad, that you almost can taste. But I guess it's your time, if you just wanna waste.
See he's not your's to have, like he once used to be. And I guess that's too bad, because now he love's me.
And your dream's of ya'lls future, are shattered and torn. Of your white wedding gown, and your first child born.
And well isn't that sad, Guess it wasn't god's will. And that gap in his future, is now mine to fill.
But you never let go, you hold on all the while. And you primp and you hope, That he note's your new style.
And so when will you realize, It's all done in vain. If you think that will get him, well than girl your insane.
He's not your's for the taking, It's over and done. He's all mine now; you got it, game over, I won.
And I'll send you a postcard, from our honeymoon. So I'll tell you what girl, I'd get over it soon.
~Diana Brown
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Post by Maryann22 on Mar 9, 2003 23:10:29 GMT -5
i loved it
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