Tonight was just. too. much

by Laura   Aug 10, 2005


You’re the lyrics to an unfinished song.
A broken record in my head.
You catch my eye in a crowded city.
You’re the needle pulling my thread.

Your promises are broken glass.
My heart is an unfinished puzzle.
Your secrets are the great unknown.
My tears are the cities’ puddles.

Your lies are a knife stabbing me.
Your pain is not enough.
My gun’s bullet has your name on it.
Because tonight was just. too. much.

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