Monday, June 22, 2009

Rue What's True

Like a ghost you haunt my dreams,

my waking life, my sleepless nights.

I try my best to beat the guilt,

forget the pain, forgive the fights.

Your mom and me, we just can’t see

eye-to-eye on life for you.

She thinks it’s right to steal you off

to home unknown, reasons untrue.

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