I woke up to the sound of your voice.
You had me crying, you didn't really leave a choice.
Where you heading to,
I haven't any clue.
Laughter arises, as I take my last breath.
Waking up, wondering, is this my last predicament to death.
You chose another way to leave me.
You chose to set me free.
Now I am choked at your response and left to pick up the pieces, alone.
Every time I feel down, your number pops up on my cellphone.
Your not mine anymore to love.
Life is so rough.
But I will get by on my own.
I am in this alone.
©terrylin53
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