Break Up

February 28, 2011
Sitting on the floor the tears flow
You wonder how he could sink so low
The pain in your heart is great
While the hour grows late

Still sitting on the floor
You’re weaker than before
Slowly rising to your feet
Wondering why you wanted him to meet

Going to sleep
Thinking on the memories you want to keep
Softly floating away
Go to dreamland you may

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