“She was, an American girl”…

Wishing all my American readers a very Happy Fourth of July…

em

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The electrical storm…
Raged high overhead…

Deep in the night…
As she lay in her bed…

Piercing the darkness…
Lighting up the sky…

Like a firework display…
On the Fourth of July…

Her dreams in tatters…
Something had died…

There was nothing left…
Behind tear-stained eyes…

Just a wall of silence…
And a vast black void…

A haunting reminder…
Of what she destroyed…

As her venomous tongue…
Fired arrows, sharp & twisted…

She lost all control…
But as the red mist lifted…

She realised the hurt…
And saw all his wounds…

But was unable to recover…
Knew they were doomed…

Destroying any trust…
That had once flourished…

Broke his kind heart…
That she once cherished…

And pushed him away…
Built so many walls…

Till he finally craved solitude…
Time away from it all…

As he’d forgiven so much…
So many of her mistakes…

But this time was different…
And he had to escape…

So he left in the rain…
Running far, far away…

Leaving her broken…
Filled with regret & dismay…

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“I hope it turns your life upside down”…

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Trapped inside her head…
Tied beneath her bed…

I’m confused…
I feel so used…
Used by fools…
Fooled by you…

She spoke ill truths…
Born to fantasise…
Her twisted words…
Show what’s inside…

Deny the lies she said…
Fake tears of hurt she shed…

I’m confused…
I feel so used…
Used by fools…
Who’s fooling who…

Behind that grin…
Beneath those eyes…
Her heart within…
Is in demise…

Stung by hate she spread…
Extract her from my head…

I’m confused…
I feel so used…
But only fools…
Get fooled by you…

Why won’t they listen…
Why can’t they see…
I’m trapped in her prison…
Please hear my plea…

Tied inside her bed…
Confuse my spinning head…
Life’s hanging by a thread…
I wish that she was dead…

I’m confused…
Was I really used…
Or was I the fool…
Fooling you…

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