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Second chance

My turn Part 3

I closed my eyes to your mistakes
So it's only your glory that shines
I blocked my ears from your insults
So it's only your praises that is heard
I silenced all wiggling tongues
So only your voice speak to my soul.Ā 
Your touch alone
can heal my wound
Your every kiss
A story told
Your love of me
I can't explain
But yet my heart
You choose to break
You said it's a weakness
but for me it's your strength
To spin your lies to look the truth
Your games IĀ  have studied
Your moves I have mastered
it's my turn
And boy
Your world is my to rock
Now's my turn
And guy
Your ass is on my clock
A second chance
uh la la againĀ 
I will thinkĀ 
A second chance
to what gain
Don't wanna sink.Ā 

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Jac Tales

Aren't we all crazy for love sometimes. A Wonderful Poem. šŸ’•

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Hi Tales... You can say that again... We can spin Part 4 or 5 together. Cheers.Ā 

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sparrowsong

Hello Cleo...

Is that your version of a Happy Ending?

😯

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong Ice Queen

Ā 

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Lol🤣🤣🤣I might have to cut you wings sweet naughty birdie... Glad you enjoyed. Cheers. 

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