Broken & bruised
Abandoned by you.
Torn precisely like a perforated sheet
Blown over to the edge
Clinging on to hope
Thinking is overrated
So is waiting.
No one comes back
Only memories left behind
To lighten up the dark alleys
My heart wanders to now.
I will call out again
I know I will
Hope you believe me this time
And not dismiss my pleads
As not worth your dime.
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