Sitting on my front porch watching cars go by each one that passes I breathe a heavy sigh
A art of me hoping you’ll stop by and say hello it’s not going to happy you’ve moved on in life I know
But somehow I still need you and every message makes me smile
Every minute we spent together you made me feel like I was worthwhile
You looked into my eyes I saw and felt something new
Now you left me hanging and all I feel is blue
I could make a book out of the poems I’ve written on your behalf
Unlike your charming personality they don’t make me laugh
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