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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Broken bottle. Heart breaks in two, waiting on a love to come. Save me from the time that I don't have; where is my fun? I am in need of ears and lips and a hand to hold, But it is too cold in my bed for any lost soul, Other than mine to lie and lie I do about how I feel, Because I hide my life away from all those who would steal. When once upon a time I would have given it away. Now I am too late to make a change. Still I age and with age comes reasoning and clearer thinking. No intoxicated, medicated, not interested, only spinning, To pass the time with friends which I have now lost, And I can no longer stare into the bottom of a bottle. My personality defect is the reason for the loss, But blame is going nowhere except back to me in full throttle. It smashes into my chest and leaves me to confess, I never did my best to keep you near, so goodbye stress. It’s crystal clear in my space now, I am heading for another row, With myself and the thoughts inside my head, Because all I have left is a billion regrets, But no apologies will be coming from me, Because all I think is killing me, On the inside; so you don't need to say, Because try as you might I will not try to understand your way, Of thinking; so just leave me be. Leave me to my suffering so I can pretend that I am free. (C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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