Traitor
I brushed my hair
A thousand times
And changed my eye lids
From green to blue
And made up verses
I'd say to you
About how carefree my day
Had been.
Iwatched the door
Thought you'd rush in.
Night fell
And I was still alone
So I took down my hair
And combed and combed
One thousand times
And made up silly little rhymes
To pass the time away.
Oh, my heart is sad,
But my mind wants to play.
Cynthia
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