People who roam never get home
I thought we'd be each other's home,
but you decided to roam.
But it was all your blame game,
I wish I'd known the same.
You said you looked me in the eyes-
can you tell me how many goodbyes?
Can you see the signs in my cries?
All wasted now, my tries.
I hope God lets you sit in this ache,
that you caused, this heart to break.
But I hope you recover in the end,
and may you never receive the love I send.
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