
Flowing down one's pupil,
like drips of what I wish to forget.
Like all the days you left me here
when I needed you by my side.
And the only thing you could ever do
was make me wish you weren't alive.
This time, I know we're over
As you glance my way and say to me,
"Cry me a river. We're through"


~mandie~




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