The Black & White Poet
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3:00am
It’s 7:49am – I got to bed at three
No one to talk to, no one to comfort me.
Left in agony, left in deep stress,
Left another night crying sleepless.
I kneeled on hard floor,
Then I lay down,
My heart is very sore,
Dressed in my nightgown.
A tear fell, then two, then three!
Hurt, because he stopped loving me.
Yes, I was manipulated by the best!
He knows how to get me sleepless!
So gentle he was at one time,
What did I do that was such a crime?
How can I love – yet hate?
How can I let go – yet so late?
Thank-you for leaving me alone.
Dark, scared, your not on the phone.
Thanks for choosing her over me.
Now I must get some sleep for it is three.
~DaYnA e. 1/6/03
No one to talk to, no one to comfort me.
Left in agony, left in deep stress,
Left another night crying sleepless.
I kneeled on hard floor,
Then I lay down,
My heart is very sore,
Dressed in my nightgown.
A tear fell, then two, then three!
Hurt, because he stopped loving me.
Yes, I was manipulated by the best!
He knows how to get me sleepless!
So gentle he was at one time,
What did I do that was such a crime?
How can I love – yet hate?
How can I let go – yet so late?
Thank-you for leaving me alone.
Dark, scared, your not on the phone.
Thanks for choosing her over me.
Now I must get some sleep for it is three.
~DaYnA e. 1/6/03
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