| With the mist of love on my breath, you left me I understand you hadn't planned to, And I know you didn't want to But nevertheless you did. With the dew of sorrow in my eyes, I sat alone Before the glow of warmth had even left my skin It's not your fault, but I don't feel any better Huddled by myself in the corner Your absence looming over me (More than your presence ever did) I hardly think to place the blame I am still alone And you are still away. ��������������������������������������������������� Amanda |
| A Call at Midnight |
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