New Hope

August 27, 2010
By Anonymous

My warm tears
Cover my fears
That pull me down
Into the ground
They make me frown
I try to mend my broken heart
That got shot with a dart
But none the less
It's a lifetime of stress
Now that it's all gone
I can finally move on
He makes me smile
When he dials my number
I'm always flattered
When he tells me I matter
I hope he's the one
My high school sweetheart
We'll never be done

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