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The Blue And The Pink
Chapter 4:
Prison
I hope you're happy now, Amy.
Look where love has taken me.
Betrayal. What a harsh word.
I never thought you could do this.
I thought I trusted you
To never elope with someone else.
And you try to turn back the clock,
Well, girl, it's too late.
My mind runs, rages, races, is run over
By shock, then panic, then fear, then disillusionment.
I still can't get you off of my mind
Even if you found someone else to love.
You told me that nothing would separate us.
You told me that! Why did you lie?
I thought I would trust you to love me,
But I never trusted you to betray me.
Denial envelops you.
It envelops you like fire that burned a saint,
A heretic, a witch, a hag of the earth.
And this is who you have revealed yourself as!
Tell me, Amy, why did you do this?
Why is it that my heart has been ripped
In a way that I have never felt?
This is the fate you have wanted, isn't it?
You elope with another man,
And I become incarcerated by the law
Of love.
Breakdown. Shakedown. Mow-the-lowdown.
Whatever to please me, it can't tease me.
You had to do this, I swim in my sorrows.
And I don't know how to swim
In these waters, or any waters, for that matter.
I wish I could say that I hate you for doing this,
But my inner child says I can't.
I wish I could shatter everything
That reminds me of your smile, your clothes, your scent, your color,
But I can't.
I wish I could yell to the heavens, to God, to Jesus, to the angels,
I hate this girl,
But I can't.
And you know why?
I still think of you.
Dammit, I don't care if you have to elope
with another person, two people, three, four,
Fivesixseveneightnineten,
the men, kings, princes, dukes, earls, sheiks, popes, playboys of the world,
I still dream about you.
Because you know it. You still think about me.
We are two virgins, stranded on a barren, remorseless island,
And you don't know it.
You know in your heart that
you could never do stuff like this.
None! Nada! Never again!
But there is a part of you that does.
There is a part of your that says,
I will find somebody to replace my Sonic,
But now you know that no one can replace me,
Not Tails,
not Knuckles,
not Shadow,
not Eggman,
not anybody in this world
Can compare to what I do for you.
You should have thought twice
Before your adulteric action
Had left me swaying in prison.
Now you will pay,
And it's only a matter of time,
Before you can change yourself
And set me free.
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End Chapter 4
Poetry from the heart…defined.
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The Blue And The Pink
Chapter 4:
Prison
I hope you're happy now, Amy.
Look where love has taken me.
Betrayal. What a harsh word.
I never thought you could do this.
I thought I trusted you
To never elope with someone else.
And you try to turn back the clock,
Well, girl, it's too late.
My mind runs, rages, races, is run over
By shock, then panic, then fear, then disillusionment.
I still can't get you off of my mind
Even if you found someone else to love.
You told me that nothing would separate us.
You told me that! Why did you lie?
I thought I would trust you to love me,
But I never trusted you to betray me.
Denial envelops you.
It envelops you like fire that burned a saint,
A heretic, a witch, a hag of the earth.
And this is who you have revealed yourself as!
Tell me, Amy, why did you do this?
Why is it that my heart has been ripped
In a way that I have never felt?
This is the fate you have wanted, isn't it?
You elope with another man,
And I become incarcerated by the law
Of love.
Breakdown. Shakedown. Mow-the-lowdown.
Whatever to please me, it can't tease me.
You had to do this, I swim in my sorrows.
And I don't know how to swim
In these waters, or any waters, for that matter.
I wish I could say that I hate you for doing this,
But my inner child says I can't.
I wish I could shatter everything
That reminds me of your smile, your clothes, your scent, your color,
But I can't.
I wish I could yell to the heavens, to God, to Jesus, to the angels,
I hate this girl,
But I can't.
And you know why?
I still think of you.
Dammit, I don't care if you have to elope
with another person, two people, three, four,
Fivesixseveneightnineten,
the men, kings, princes, dukes, earls, sheiks, popes, playboys of the world,
I still dream about you.
Because you know it. You still think about me.
We are two virgins, stranded on a barren, remorseless island,
And you don't know it.
You know in your heart that
you could never do stuff like this.
None! Nada! Never again!
But there is a part of you that does.
There is a part of your that says,
I will find somebody to replace my Sonic,
But now you know that no one can replace me,
Not Tails,
not Knuckles,
not Shadow,
not Eggman,
not anybody in this world
Can compare to what I do for you.
You should have thought twice
Before your adulteric action
Had left me swaying in prison.
Now you will pay,
And it's only a matter of time,
Before you can change yourself
And set me free.
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End Chapter 4
Poetry from the heart…defined.