Broken

I sold our old bed today And the pillows that we shared, Couldn't sleep in it anyway You scent still lingered there. Sold the living room couch too Where we sat so many nights, Where I first kissed you And, where we had our first fight. I sold the kitchen table Where we planned on achieving, I was just no longer able To sit there without grieving. And the telephone went too That had your voice on it, It reminded me too much of you And how it was before we split. I gave your cat to a little girl That lives down the street, The one with lots of curls That lives by Uncle Pete. I've done all I know to do To make a brand new start, I've just one question for you.. Who'll buy this broken heart? Timothy I. Brumley