She smiles a smile
a tad remorse
the wind whispers softly
over her quiet yet
stinging speech
almost making the forest forget
her brutal betrayal of years past
she remembers
and she knows you do too
she's proud she can hurt you
even if it isn't true
laughter and pain
her enemies and lovers
closer to her than any living soul
as of now
as of then
she will never regret
feelings of that kind
are reserved for you
pain and hurt
when you look back
a throbbing, nagging
troublesome image seared to your memories
that is her gift to you
all she retains is
a dull faded memory
of your childhood years
a gift she stole
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