For Kayleigh

i once met a girl
who had a strange dream
of a title she meant to use

but then along i came
i stole that dream away
her trust i did abuse

but now i confess
my thinking was amiss,
no creative ness
just one big fake mess!

her heart i broke
now in my lies i choke
unintentional, but severe
to my penalty i shal adhere

for she is my friend
and so i'd like things to
stay, id hate if 'twas to end
bitter id be, tha's true...

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