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Jun 2023
Those were real tears
Those I cried for you
I went all the way to see you
Then you told me we were through
I had never wept like this
Not before or since
This prince became a pauper
He has been ever since

When you give your heart to someone
When your hopes are on high
When you give everything you’ve got
When you don’t wonder why
For you know in your heart
Truly, she’s the one
Only to find out it’s over
Over with and done
It’s a mountain of heartache
With so much more to come

That’s when the real tears descend
They burn through your soul
Sleeplessness is de regueur
You lose control
Overcome by sorrow
No longer whole
Just feeling empty
About what could have been
Never will it be
For the future is foreclosed
Deliver that woe to me
Written by
Neville Johnson  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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