Deception lies on a string just behind your eyes.
A secret from with in to say it would be the end.
Despite what we say you are already lying in your grave.
Inspiration leaks from my eyes as my life goes by.
Longing to have love of a father the was never there.
Obsession begins to develop to be the perfect little girl.
Very much wanting you to be there while I sing to night.
Every time I open my mouth the words just seem to fall out.
You are my inspiration, my nightingale.
Observing the crowd, I see you sitting in the back.
Underneath the stage lights I began to sing.
Please tell me what you think
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Nicely done.
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great writing
MoRoN aka missy its has been 4 years since we talked my name is james you have forgotten all about me not to soound stalkerish yeeesh that first part was wierd we were class mates in central st. joe mo. ms brown language just saying hi as an old friend -
YAY SISSY!! you rock ^_^
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