Hurt
Our love is a dying ember,
And I sit here as I remember
All of the happy bliss.
I can't help the regretting,
But there is no forgetting
Of all the things I'm going to miss.
I have to close the book on this chapter
No "happily ever after"
For heroes truly don't exist.
I'm sitting here dying, unable to stop the crying,
And all I'm doing is trying
To figure out why you'd hurt me like this.
Copyright © Danielle Hill | Year Posted 2007
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