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Pity Party
What do you mean, 'we're history'?
Your words, to me, are mystery!
I praised often of thy grace,
With longing stared into your face,
Your flawless hand on my ugly cheek,
Made my whole heart tremble, my body weak,
When we wrapped in each other's arms,
All the world's ills were as disarmed.
I remade adoration for you,
My heart stayed loyal, humble, true,
Endlessly yours I swore to be,
But now, that vow, IS history.
I've pined and cried and whined enough,
Now free am I to find new love.
