Dotted Line
I know you think, it was all a waste
years together now erased
signing your name on a dotted line
ends it all, but you recall, a different time
healing eludes your heart right now
wounds that are fresh from shattered vows
each day packing hopeless hurt
each night leaving you inert
inward screams, outward cries
you can't say you didn't try
box it up, bury it under your bed
say a prayer for what lays dead
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