time to hrow

Curled in his arms you sleep like a baby
Lonely in my bed our memories stab me to death
Memories of who we were
Memories of times we laughed together
Memories of our new faith
Memories by the score
Scores i loss count.

Your absemce is like hot rod on the butter of my heart
Bleeding crying whining praying wishing you would come back

Time to grow

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