Letting Go

I hope you find What you were looking for Because it wasn’t in me

Silenced

My words stutter And die

Their love was fog Too dense to see The fall ahead

I dreamt of you last evening Even after all this time

No pity flowers Can make up

Like a thief You came and went

Nice girls finish last And don’t even meet A nice boy along the way

Strike my number From your phone

I begin to believe That all I will ever be Is disappointed

My poor heart Has been torn apart