Tragic Hate At The Door

8 months of not seeing her, she showed up at the door the day after "Tragic Hate"

Tragic Hate At The Door
By: Steven

Dreaming deep and I hear the voice
The one who took power of choice
The girl who my dreams are littered with
The girl I shared love with that was a myth
I open the door and see her face
My heart drops to my stomach and rests in that place
Speaking to you after so long
Made me feel so dirty so wrong
I am not quite over you its hard you know
Because you were such a dirty little hoe
You laid in bed with me tonight and I found
My mind was wondering all around
What do I do what should I say?
Tomorrow would be such a wonderful day
If it were to happen and our love was to reform
I would be forced to deal with another woman’s scorn
The love I share now will never be so deep
To the love I have for you that I cherish and keep
I wish I could lay with you here all night
But I know eventually we will just fight
I call it a night and ask you to leave
And now I’m finding it harder to breath