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My Machine.
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Created on 12-30-07
Built well by my manufactuer
Working it would need an intellectual
From all on the assembly line, you were the only one who could work it right
Overtime,worked on it all day and overnight
Used to fuel It...
Used to control It
Till you became that loose screw
Caused a malfunction, It couldnt work right
Her hands could only put it together like glue
No toolbox could fix it right
Now it rusts, begging to be touched again
left alone...to never be used again
my machine...my heart
Working it would need an intellectual
From all on the assembly line, you were the only one who could work it right
Overtime,worked on it all day and overnight
Used to fuel It...
Used to control It
Till you became that loose screw
Caused a malfunction, It couldnt work right
Her hands could only put it together like glue
No toolbox could fix it right
Now it rusts, begging to be touched again
left alone...to never be used again
my machine...my heart
Please Login to post comments| On December 30th 2007 gonzo4201 Said : | |
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So sad, a heart left unloved does seem to turn into a bitter shell of it's former self, loved it |
