Counting Till a Heartbreak
Day one of our first conversation
My mind in mentation
Of your flirtation
Your pupils in dilation
Day fifty your smile
Has my heart racing miles
You were beguile
I hope my number you dial
Day seventy two your blush
Made my heart rush
You spout sentimental mush
My heartbreaking crush
Day ninety nine my heart cries
My eyes set for the prize
To tell the words that make me die
No longer able to hide behind lies
Day one hundred my confession
My heart crushed like compression
Passing by his transgression
You not my possession
Day one hundred and ninety four
My heart still broke forevermore
My pieces I cannot restore
Forever stuck in love's war
Copyright © Sam Tab | Year Posted 2017
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