When the Glass Is Empty
Your in a world where I had to leave...
When two hands seperated I found me ...
A crumbling picture that broke my heart...
With all my love and words, it still fell apart...
Days and time to realize what I can't fix...
From a bottle to a glass our lives couldn't mix...
Your eyes blurred as I spilled my soul...
As words fell on ears that wouldn't hold...
Now as the calender drips into new days...
I write of a love that came and went away...
Through all the storms I found a stronger me...
In poetry and love is where I'll be...
{a story of a past love who chose addiction over me}
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