He calls me beautiful.
He calls me precious.
He tells me everything that I want to hear.
Then he leaves me wishing at the wishing well.
He was my soul, my life, my everything,
but I guess things change.
'Cause he walked out right out of the door,
and left me on the floor.
The tears hit the ground
and crash into the ocean.
He leaves me beaten and bruised,
I guess he never really cared enough to care.
I like the last line the most. You should finish this :D
ReplyDeleteYou know what would make this even more interesting? If a bear came out of no where and started dancing.
I liked the last line too.
ReplyDeletesorry I haven't commented in a while
I, too, like the last line.
ReplyDeleteI also like the imagery.
Is this about someone specific?