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Visions Of Him

Visions Of Him

I’m staring into swollen eyes,
And trying to see a reason why.
You stay and taste the pain,
A love that's lost and pain remains.
A broken heart or a blackened eye,
Another apology as time goes by.
It brings me down to hear you cry,
I can't sit and watch you die inside.

You need to escape from your tortured mind,
Leave him suffer from what you leave behind.
You need to take a break not an angered fist,
Now turn your back, Think he doesn't exist.

Now I’m staring into smiling eyes,
And now I see the reason why.
You left behind your suffering past,
You finally have some peace at last.
You've found a love that treats you right.
you feel that your past might appear again,
It invades your thought, of visions of him.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Andrew james Wells

A strong write, My applause

"You need to escape from your tortured mind,
Leave him suffer from what you leave behind.
You need to take a break not an angered fist,
Now turn your back, Think he doesn't exist."

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Andrew james Wells,

My vote, My recommendation

A love that's lost and pain remains.
A broken heart or a blackened eye,
Another apology as time goes by.
It brings me down to hear you cry,
I can't sit and watch you die inside.

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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