Brooke Marie
Brooke Marie
Sep 8, 2011

As I lay here one my bed,
I rest the pillow underneath my head.
I think about the nights we had,
together in a distant land.
You can never understand how much I care,
your a wonderful guy, but you don't compare.
I gave my heart away, long ago,
and I've never been able to let go,
of the man that stole my love, my soul.
He is my drug and he had control.
I wish you were the one for me,
because your a perfect guy honey.
But I cannot love when I have none to give,
I hope someday soon you will forgive.

love, lost
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