When I watch You walking away
I hear the Soundtrack
To my school girl Fantasies
But when You turn and Smile
As if to say, Goodbye
… For now…
My Heart Melts into a Puddle
At Your Feet
I can’t seem to Breathe
Or look away
This Is Not Mere Fantasy
But My Favourite Dream
Maeve: Why do you always write, or should I say plagiarize, poems about my husband? You bitch! I guess your little plan never worked because where is he? Huh? Trey Sanders is here with me in Santa Cruz, where we will remain for eternity, so be forewarned! He will remain married to me until the bitter end. Bitter for you, at least! Sweet for me!
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