I found you where I left you crying on my front porch not knowing what to do
I feel an ache in my stomach over you still being love sick
I find our love in the mist, sweet like the way we kissed
I find your heart in the back of the theatre of our first date it's the one place I'm beginning to hate
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Sometimes an impulsive break up becomes a painful memory, regrets always keep restless, and restlessness nicely penned in the poem.
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