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The obituaries lie. [Somethings are better left alone]

I trace the scars that cover my arms,
Each telling a story of my unworthy broken heart.
The past can bring back memories that no one needs to see.
Reminders of silly things, maybe you and me.

You left with a note; not even a wave.
Leaving me solving all of the promises we made.
Fading not fast enough| Dreams; turn into nightmares.
Hopefully you'll see the hole in my heart i constantly wear.

&And you walk with your arm around her;
Like shes the best thing you've ever had.
Another lie you have told me|
Is it true i was bad?

Believe me love is now haunting me
Keeping me awake at night.
All i want is one more chance, to love again.
[To make it right.]

Yet| your cute with your bright blue eyes.
Destroying little girls reality; telling your lies.
Take my hand into the world unknown,

Let me live. Let me love. Let me learn.

 

Laying on the desk;

The obituaries fall| tearing up the words.

Somethings are better off.

A.L.O.N.E

Author notes

[[Photo Is Of Me]]

Dec. 2008 - Sorry I'm Perfectly Imperfect.

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