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Dec 2013
What am I to do now you're gone
Besides sit here all alone
What am I to do now that you don't love me anymore
Besides sit here and become rotten to the core
What am I do to now that it is you I've lost
Besides sit here wanting you back, no matter the cost
Baby, I love you, isn't that plain to see?
We could've weathered anything, you and me
Instead something came between us, what,  I still don't understand
We fell through the cracks like dirt in a hand
"I love you" you say
And you're still saying it, to this very day
Another very early poem. Terrible punctuation and forced rhyming. Ugh...
Eric W
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Eric W  31/M
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