Let Down - Poem by Sherry Painter
This was the usualy let-down,
So why dose it feel like so much more,
It leaves a gapeing hole in my cheast,
Was the love all in the brain,
Or in my heart?
I don't know,
I am so confused!
Lord help me!
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