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Love Gone BadShe sits alone on the bench Surrounded by wild flowers, She dries her eyes after crying Over a love that had gone sour. Her heart is breaking The wind blows through her blond hair, She told him she loved him He told her he didn't care. Her long flowing dress Hangs over the edge of the bench, He's off somewhere else An old love letter from him, she does tightly clench. She feels her heart breaking more As the day goes by, Her piece of kleenex is drenched From her tear stained eyes. Copyright Cynthia Jones Sept.13/2005 I wrote this, after looking at a picture. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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