Separate Ways
There is no more to do or say
Except I’ve lost you anyway
What point is there for trying any more
Let’s just go our separate ways as we know the score
It’s four o’clock in the morning I can’t sleep a wink
All I hear is the dripping in the sink
As our love drips slowly away
And I am awake to see the first light of the day.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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