Wait:
how do you go by
each day
wondering
what could've been
without breaking apart
how do you go by
each day
hoping
that maybe he'll regret
what he did to your heart
how do you?
how could he?
this time i swear to
leave it all to fate
this time i'll stop asking
the what ifs
cause you didn't even wait
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(1) Prologues of a Brokenheart (COMPLETED)
Poetry"because love requires guts, a soul, and a short term memory..." -some bookmark Random thoughts and lyrics about the heart and it's misadventures. [Copyright.styledinpink.sweetnovemberof.2013]
