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💔Broken💔
Every somber Sunday morning,
I reach across this empty bed.
Like the saddest of all romantic stories,
I recall every "I love you" that you said.
Sometimes what's been broken,
cannot be mended or be fixed.
Now a member of the hopeless,
I ask God to grant me just one wish.
I wish you would fall into me,
and I could look into those big brown eyes.
Be the one to help you breathe,
and part those stormy skies.
Maybe someday I'll face the fact,
that not every wish one day comes true.
And that although those memories are meant to last,
I've somehow lost me and you.
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I reach across this empty bed.
Like the saddest of all romantic stories,
I recall every "I love you" that you said.
Sometimes what's been broken,
cannot be mended or be fixed.
Now a member of the hopeless,
I ask God to grant me just one wish.
I wish you would fall into me,
and I could look into those big brown eyes.
Be the one to help you breathe,
and part those stormy skies.
Maybe someday I'll face the fact,
that not every wish one day comes true.
And that although those memories are meant to last,
I've somehow lost me and you.
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