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In Your Rear View

Poetry By: American Roulette


Submitted:Jun 4, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Somebody help me,

whats wrong with being happy?,

I had a good girl,

somebody find me,

I've been lost since the day,

I left you all alone

And these days go by,

as I stumble through the night,

I see my own reflection,

It gleams back into my eyes,

and it comes to no surprise,

that I've thrown it all away

somebody wake me,

the only thing that could save me,

is that look inside your eyes,

when the summer breathes a sigh of relief,

it sinks in to me,

and the last time I saw you cry,

a place inside me died

Don look back,

I'm driving in your rear view,

is there a way that you could,

turn the car around.


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