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Letter To A Convict
By
Jennifer Mach
I feel so isolated,
lost and alone You left me so confused and cold In the world that you livin in, I had to learn to expect anything I know how it gets it the fast lane Making money, stayin in the drug game But I was always there, through the bad times and the good Turn the volume up when the news mentions your hood And I'd always hope that nothings going wrong Cuz I dont know what I'll do when my babys gone Now it became a realility, Suddenly this is killin me so badly The thoughts of us before seem like perfection But now my mind is goin in another direction Cuz Im questioning my status, do you still think about me Is out love in your heart, or is it all just a memory When your layin in your cell who do you wish to see? I hope its me, the love of your life, your wife homie Im here by myself, reminisicin bout da past Wishin we done things to make our feelings last I miss you so bad, I need you wit me Writing this only makes me feel good temporary I'll do anything just to see your face one more time Hold you close to me, tell you everything gonna be fine Just promise me that you'll be a better man And I promise you I'll do whatever I can But for now, all I can do is write my love down on paper Send it away, and hope you receive my letter..... |
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