On a griddle

Naomi's tose

Oh, the depth of my pain

How I wish to be slain

With my emotions you fiddle

Like hot dogs on a griddle

I can’t tolerate the heat of mistrust

My heart is full of disgust

With what we’ve become

Pain, so hard to overcome

Give me a second chance

You will change your stance

Love was divine

Friendships genuine

My sorrows won’t suppress

Until I express

No more secrets

It’ll only bring regrets!

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