It takes few words to break a heart
Some simple things to end a start
The wrong question at the wrong time
A misunderstanding of a certain kind
The right words that come out wrong
An explanation that’s just to long
The silent pain and emotional stress
How to figure out such a mess
You say you’re sorry, it’s not what you meant
Hopefully things aren’t broken, only slightly bent
It took few words to cause this pain
Only a few to kill the flame
The fire has burned out and you’re all alone
No one to love you, no one to call your own
Copyright ©2007 Bridget Lynn Gentry
Monday, February 11, 2008
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