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He is what he is, my sweet, Sweet Hell.

But wait,

What is so sweet about you now,
Now you are just a glimpse of sadness.

But wait,

Your touch brushes against my thoughts,
And you run across my mind, in and out,
Next I hear your voice blow past my ear in the breeze.

But wait,

No more thought is what i want,
No more inviting yourself into my mind,
No more can you yell my name to ring in my ears, no,
I want you out, out of here.

But wait,

For when those songs play, you make your way,
I push you away but you come in anyways,
I do not want to see what could have been,
I want to see what could be,
With you gone and away from me is what will be.

But wait,

I can see the day when you will say all that needs to be said,
will I reply, in my own time, what i feel the need to be said,
To hear your voice call my name on that one day,
I know that will fix everything,
But 'til that day my pen will not carve your name,
Until that day you will be my Sweet Hell.