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
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