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The next morning

One day I was happy,
living in a dream,
until the next morning,
where I could just scream.

He told me it's over,
that I should leave,
I really will miss him,
just need time to grieve.

We spent years together,
days, weeks, months, nights,
he was my whole life,
he lit up my lights.

Then I knew everything,
that he had broke my heart,
he was seeing another woman,
who was next door's tart.

So here I am,
feeling sad and alone,
seemingly trapped in my bed,        
angry, having a moan.

Author notes

True-ish story but I wasn't with him that long, but he did have an affair with a neighbour/neighbor (depending on which country you are from!!!)
Written July 12th, 2005

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  • k8theseer
    July 30, 2006
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    CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION?
    HOW DO YOU WRITE STUFF SO WELL????
    i wish i could write as half as good as you do!!!


  • zt
    November 16, 2005
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    Seems almost a just-woke-up-out-of-body experience! ~smile~ Don't stare directly at the sun. It will make you go blind...


  • FifthDove
    July 12, 2005
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    lol, this one made me smile. A light hearted short piece! Nicely done Thank you so much for sharing your words with all of us here. I see you are new to this site, as a site greeter, I would just like to take this opportunity to welcome you If I can ever be of any assistance please do not hesitate to send me any greeter an IM
    Nice to read you ♥FifthD♥ve♥