WARM COLA

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My heart breaks,
When he's sweet to you.
Bridesmaid on the side,
The untouched woman.
Warm cherry cola,
On the fourth of July.

Wrote poems about you,
But you never knew,
The unchosen woman,
With nothing to do.

The cards always tell me,
To get you off my mind,
Or the strawberries will spoil,
And wither, and die.

New candles lit,
Whiskey over wine,
While I sit alone waiting.
Let's face it,
You'll never be mine.

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