I see all the pieces
Sitting on the floor
It just increases
The pain even more
My heart used to long
To see you one more time
But now all I can think about
Is what you said to me
You said you loved me
But then you run off
You leave with him
The one you said I didn't need to worry about
I see the pieces of the cup
The cup that you loved
The one we shared
The promise cup
You said you promised
You promised it would be forever
You promised I could trust you
You promised you would always be there
Now all the broken pieces are in the floor
About the Creator
Lorelai Breedlove
I started writing when I was 10 and I never stopped. I started because I felt it was a great way to express yourself and not have to say it to anyone. I've never been one to tell people what I'm thinking, so writing was a good for me. :)
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