Thursday, December 25, 2014

4 Squares

There's a note left empty on the back door
I kept the t shirt and my hoodie that is left with your scent 
With all the umbrellas telling their stories in the rain 
I'm left alone in pain 
Your good bye a understated cliche 
And my smile you threw away 

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