the warmth of his side
lingers with mine
just a boy in a drunken stupor
ended up here by chance
he won't ask me to dance
because he doesn't know that I want to
eyes coffee and warm
inside them a perfect storm
called me the love of his life
but as the night faded
as I waited and waited
nothing came for me but strife
never meant what he whispered
his words hit me and still hurt
this is the end of our story
I may see him again soon
hear his voice across an empty room
but I'll be too caught up in the mourning
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