A love
story...
I
was strong enough to let go.
We broke up
on the phone,
I
was in the west coast, u were in Toronto.
When i got
back, i was devastated,
I had
nothing to come back to.
I
smiled small,
But stood
tall, when i saw my best friends coming my way.
I
saw you at the studio,
We officially
called it quits.
I
gave you our last kiss.
Then i let
you go to her.
She was my
good friend,
Who got
everyone on her side,
I
don’t blame you…
She’s
beautiful.
But if you
were to take a second look,
The tears in
my eyes,
The rasp in
my voice, when i spoke,
And all the
dark make-up.
You would
see,
What a mess I
am.
I’m
sorry to rant on and on.
But this is
the only way to get through.
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