The burden
The loneliness
Of which I must carry
Have left me with nothing
But the words I have here
How could she leave me?
With nothing to spare
She left me so perfectly
Perfectly wrong
I left my pure glory
In two minutes flat
The emptiness inside me
I cannot figure out
This feeling
I need someone.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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