While you sit in your car and cry she's out loving a different guy.

A cold winter night perfect for embrace. Her love given to him softly with grace.

Tears stream and flow. To be wanted is all you wanted; I know.

Loneliness fills the cup and floweth over. Just like this romance. over.

While you sit in your car and cry she lives her life not caring if you live or die.

For her the arms of another are easy to come by. But for you. You couldn't get past goodbye.

A love carried for life until deaths bed. The death throws of a rattle but you wish it was "I love you" instead.

While you sit in your car and cry her eyes remain eerily dry.

© Swiftonic Poetry