A Love Letter to you , Chemere L. Smith

Dear love,
Night has come,
No words were said,
You on one side, I’m on the next,
Laying there with no remorse,
I’m feeling you, you feeling me,
The time has come for us to part,
As I lay there in distress,
I decided to let you know,
It’s over between the two of us,
Simply because our curl, demanding, self-eager manner,
You have destroy what we had for the last time,
Fuck you, You son of Bitch,
You took it all, and left me broke,
The next Lucky Bitch; I shall pray,
To God to sphere her life,
My lips, Your lips will never meet again,
These tender thighs you shall kiss,
Goodbye......
No more pain to ever receive,
No more tears shall run,
Instead I’ll sing for joy the day your gone,
Pack your things, never to return,
A smile appears to refine the bursa,
No more wondering if I’ll make it through,
Your time and day will soon come,
When your burning in Hell for what you caused,
I have closed all wounds for a brighter king,
No more sweet dreams,
No more calling my Boo,
Time now is for you to leave,
One more thing before you go,
Kiss this goodbye for you have,
Bursa for the last time.

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