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Nov 2018
My heart hit the floor
The moment I heard the door close
A wilted rose
Jilted lover writing prose to those
That will never understand the pain
Of seeing you with the one you chose
A silent mist drizzles down
Love’s fire fizzles on the ground
A frown as I begin to drown
Is it just my tears
And not really rain falling all around.
Written by
Greg Obrecht
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