Dear Ex-Lover,
Dear Old Flame,
It’s time to change this game
And forget your name, yes we are over and It sure is a shame
But to replace you
I’ve got this pen and it does more for me
Then anything or anyone could ever do
It’s given me back my power s that were stolen
Each time I let my eyes get swollen
I need to write these words to keep you away
They are my ships that keep you at bay
They are like a weapon that will chase you away
And when you try to return, my head won’t even turn
Ill spill some more ink until I make your image burn
Ill protect my heart with a word or two, so powerful that you’ll never break through
Don’t MAKE me warn you again
You’ve got NO idea what’s left in this pen
As it moves the force inside of me grown with every groove
The point imprints this paper like a brilliant chess move
You may still have a part of me,
But still have this pen to set it free
Which believe me I intend to do, Ill keep writing and steal myself back from you !
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