I stopped her as dresses she packs,
In her lonely face lies senseless crying,
The emotionless face, Mona Lisa she mocks,
No one could stop her leaving.
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The door, she opened not looking back at me,
A face for so long with, she was living.
Those oaths we swear at church, Remain I plea.
Still I cant stop her leaving.
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Those touches i swarmed her with,
Those lips of her that on my lips did cling,
Surely its slitting her neck as her cells breathe.
I was wrong. She's still sure of her leaving.
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On our side a fat man stood,
The director, this was but one acting.
The tapes are over, I changed my mood,
I am an actor, My emotions really are aching..
Actor by Jesus John Gimena
thats me i guess,,
