Bitter End
Lyin' in silence.
Crying loud inside.
Teardrops on my pillow.
Her photo in hand.
The coldness she gave me.
The bitterness she made me feel.
Askin' her why.
Askin' her what have I done.
No single word.
Not even a glance.
A distant look of her eyes and a silly smile.
Its over for me now.
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zatoposted on 02/07/2008
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