John McCullough

You Took Me






You took all I had 2 give.
My heart my breath
My love my soul
Now I stand outside
Soaked from the rain
As the pain tears my heart apart
You Took Me
I was your fool
Your court jester
Your puppet on a string of gold
Why did you do me this way
Was I so wrong to you
What did I do to deserve
This misery that you have inflected on my soul
This is the finally outcome
You Took Me Mary Tisdale.

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