It's four in the morning
beer, rum everything
in sight. City lights
shine in the distance.
Friends with happy faces
talk of years gone by
and memories of fool's past.
It's four in the morning
I should have been drunk,
sleep still won't take me.
Amidst all the laughter,
the friendly hugs
and warm smiles,
tears threaten to fall
as the heart silently screams.
It's four in the morning
my mind's drifting.
Smiling and hiding the tears,
phone on one hand.
Debating on what to do,
questioning reason.
Asking only one thing,
Why does letting go
hurt so much?
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first posted here on December 23, 2004
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Powerful
The sadness is overwhelming. Your portrayal of this story is fantasic. It makes me feel so alone, but I think its great!
Well done!
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that was fast
i just posted this (again) a few minutes ago.. thanks for comment. i really appreciate it. after deleting everything and deciding to post some stuff back here again, this is a wonderful start.
again, thank you.
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