Me and Mr.A got a good thing going,
Mister A and I are quite the match,
Mr.A's my sunshine, he's a good catch
Me and Mr.A have so much in common
Mister A and I are what witches summon
Me and Mr.A are an object of jealousy-
I see, I see it loud and clear, jealous here-
Jealousy, Mr.A is the perfect man
Mister A and I have fallen in love
Me and Mister A are love from above
Mister A and I are somewhat confused
Me and Mr.A, Mr.A I might just lose
Mister A and I no longer speak,
Mister A, has left me, made me weak
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A Place Where Oleanders Bloom
PoetryThe journey of pain, heartbreak, passion and betrayal of a young woman navigating what love is and what love can be.
