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Now You Wonder

You are the one who stirs my pain
in every way.
You and you're evil ways.
You held my hands and confessed your heart breaking ways.
Yes. You.
You and your blue eyes and brown hair.
Devilish smile and Christian prayer.
You dared to enter my sanctuary and praise.
You said you would think about loving me.
You said I was like a proverbs wife,
loving God and loving my neighbor.
A perfect wife to love.
But who wants that?
So you left me and broke my heart.
I wasn't your style.
And now you wonder why the world is falling apart.
Yes, you broke the wrong girl's heart.
You devil

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