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by J u l e s Apr 2, 2010
Sadness, depression /
For three months, I watched you date
with every week a different face,
you made me cry, you made me scream
in three weeks I was replaced.
For three months, you called me names
You tore me down til I went insane,
and in my heart you left a scar
you left me like a broken car.
For three months, I had to wait
and every day my heart would break,
but never did I leave your side
yet every night my soul had died.
And to this day, I still hold my love
I wait and wait for you to come
and in my hands my heart will lie
I'll wait for you until the day I die.
by Ben Pickard
A moving piece that's well rhymed and ends dramatically. The idea of your heart lying, broken, in your hands is excellent.