Bitter Reality

He left with no word
Never to be heard

I cry at night
Hes not in site

He left long ago
And the lonely wind blows

No love from him
He's coming back again

I'm the first of his troubles
Does this burst his bubble

This is the last flight
The end is in site

I'm done with this poem
Let it be known

By: NINAakaBAD GIRL (c)1999

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