Past 3 a.m. in the morning,
I stare this letter in front of me.
Inviting and seducing me
So I just want to read it.
But my heart dictates me not.
How cruel she was.
Left me when I was young,
Did she exactly do the right?
Or make things so worse?
But my heart dictates me not.
I remember how weak I was.
Without her arms on my side,
I felt I was terribly helpless inside.
She wanted to say sorry.
But my heart dictates me not.
She came 2 weeks ago,
I was emotionally mixed.
Don’t know exactly what to say.
I just miss her a lot.
But my heart dictates me not.
From fancy clothes of New York,
To lavish perfumes of Germany,
She almost gave everything.
All I want is to be with her.
But my heart dictates me not.
I threw everything on her face.
Telling I hate her that much.
Wish she did not come back.
I just feel sorry for myself.
But my heart dictates me not.
Till I see her tears flowing,
She gave a letter and let me read it.
So then I stare it till it’s 4.
It tells me to read it now.
But my heart dictates me not.
But I remember how good she was.
So I open the letter and read it aloud.
Then she said sorry with her lipstick.
Feeling sad and blame myself truly
But my heart dictates me not.
I read the last words and it makes me cry.
She said she loves me but is it just a try?
So she said “Please come to my room baby”.
Just funny and sweet to think…
But my heart dictates me not.
I walk in to her room to say “I’m sorry Mom”.
Just surprise when I see her,
A poison at her side… YES!!!
She killed herself.
But my heart dictates me not.
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