I hate the way
You left me
On a Sunday
With no call
You disrupted dreams
With a preposter
Who wasn’t
You at all
I was left
To grieve alone.
My tears fell
I hit a wall
You said eternity
Which wasn’t true
Now I’m sad
May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 9:18 PM UTC
I hate the way
You left me
On a Sunday
With no call
You disrupted dreams
With a preposter
Who wasn’t
You at all
I was left
To grieve alone.
My tears fell
I hit a wall
You said eternity
Which wasn’t true
Now I’m sad
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