Michael McParland (7-19-1983 / Dayton, Ohio)
Little girl slings words so cruel and cheap.
To a critical degree they cut so deep.
I loved once all that we had shared.
Now all I feel is deep despair.
Your words cut like a serrated knife.
A cut that harms and hurts times twice.
Little girl I love you still,
but your petulance and grating grind to nil.
I resent you for giving me all the blame.
When little girl came bounding out with vicious rein.
I tried to stop,
I tried to reason.
In the end we both committed treason.
You view me now as filth and scum.
Even though I make amends for what I've done.
Little girl you're dead to me,
though I love you still I hate this song.
It's gone too long the pains immense.
I hope one day it will all make sense.
So little girl I say goodbye,
with all my might your memory I hide.
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