The Second Night

Sequel to my first poem "Tonight"

Sitting at this window,
but looking at a different sky.
Theres nothing left to do,
but sit right here and cry.

Theres not much left to live for,
you've broke my heart in two.
I showed you my love,
and you up and flew.

Next time I fall in love,
when he asks what happened to my heart,
I'll tell him with a tear,
that you broke it apart.

So as I sit here,
and cry myself to sleep.
I hope that you realize,
you hurt me really deep.