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A Month of Poetry

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

I dont know where to start
Other then telling you, you had my heart
Sitting where we use to lay
I had so much more to say
Look at me when I talk to you, not the floor
Even though your headed for the door
I know your not coming back
Thinking of all the things we now lack
&& When we talk your not the same
It's kind of lame