To Fear

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Wish I'd met your devil,
Not your angel "pure" and "white",
Wish I'd seen your horns, but they were concealed by night.

Wish you'd caught me when I'd fallen,
Stead of pushing me off the cliff,
Wish you'd soared down on angel wings
To save me from the rift.

I've wrote a book about you,
Of poems, songs, and things,
I've filled it with it all;
The anger, hope, and dreams.

You took my heart, ripped me apart,
And you took half with you,
You took a rusty saw to it,
Each time that it regrew.

You took my hope,
You took my eyes,
You took my dream,
You took my sight.

You told me not to trust my heart,
You taught my love to fear,
You fragmented my soul,
You taught my eyes to tear.

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