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Lost Me
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Only On a Sunday....
This hurts
and tonight
if you come home at all
you will find my empty shell
you will find my walls bare
my soul uncleaved from yours
I have fallen out of love with your lies
I have drifted out amongst the eternal stars
I have sung the last of my sad songs
and you,
I know
will sleep more soundly
having that big bed all to yourself
My memory will wane with every night that
you spend out
Just like it does now.
Wow......... devastatingly good.....
I could feel the pain and the anger so clearly. I hope writing this helped sooth your aching heart and your angry mind. Poetry is good that way for the poet. Keep sharing giood bad or otherwise we would love to read it. Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.
Gosh I loved this!!!
Gosh I loved this!!!
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