Was i better than the white line,
Time will only tell.
For eighteen years ,
i gave you my all
i gave you my heart
i gave you my soul
was it ever good enough?
The pills the lines
were they your lover
will they still be your addition?
Time will only tell.
Eighteen years worth of hell
your moods
your pity trips
your selfishness
Was i ever worth more?
I hung in to the end,
Always with hope
That one day ,
you would see my lov'in
was better than the white lines
of destruction.
Now you have your last chance ,
your methadone clinic
must work
if not then this
sweet lovin' woman ,
will cease to be here .
so...will i be
Woman with the sweet lov'in, better than a white line
Time will only tell.
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It is because you see value in another troubled soul that you have been patient. But understand that it is his wounds that he is trying to bury; not yours. It is beyond your control to heal him. Do not carry burdens you are not strong enough to carry; pass them above. You can help only if your feet are in a strong place...
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very moving, strong feelings, you write with your heart.
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Awwwwwwwwwww lovely
could feel your anxiety of past pain and suffering that will come to an end, as you can only take so much. You need a life as well, and ones need to realize family will not always be there while he/she is away on trips of self destruction. Time to stand up and be responsible and make a choice what is truly important in life. Thanks for sharing this. I pray he makes the right decision for you, and get his act together.
Thanks for sharing, sis. Love ya.
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