Oh I'm drowning in my sorrow
Not wanting to face tomorrow
The past is not letting me move on
Though I know I'm better off alone
The sad days of yesteryear
Are right before me, so clear
But everytime I get near
It's cursed screams that I hear
The future looked pretty bright
All the signs were looking right
We'd chatter away well into the night
Until the room was bathed in morning light.
Whispered words at the crack of dawn
Amidst a cuddle and a sleepy yawn
The occasional pillow fight too
Where I'd imitate Bruce Lee's kung fu
Then disaster struck out of the blue
Heated arguments ended in "fuck you"
The serene love story came to a screeching halt
And to preserve my sanity I had to bolt!
By
Vampire
By
Vampire
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