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He squaweked at me with disrespect in his eyes...
The tremble I felt from his look produced fear
fear that grew to well and was oh so familiar
yet his mouth made the worst words so elegant
seekin' an escape, I pot-shotted love into his eyes
to fake a love that was never there
my body weakened to the temperature of his steps
my hands glide to backside with trembles in the tips
his face calibrated fear and my hands calculated death
as he got ready to cook love
I took a pot and shot love and forever burned it
I shook love, I stole my heart back
and closed a door with fear in it
and walked with confidence
as I soared in a new kitchen to cook
with my long lost love
Me!
