Fool I Am (Without Her)
November 22 '14
December 10 '15
Three hundred eighty three days of,
Everything i wish for now.
Now, days are weeks weeks are months,
Not a one without an apology.
I'm the sheppard of heartbreak,
The sheppard, broken as well.
Fool I am.
A girl for me a guy for her,
Emotions are rarely seen, glassy eyes.
She loved me to the moon and back,
I was somewhere in space.
Fool I am.
Wish she was mine wish I was hers,
He who ends it looks to fix,
For one hundred and twenty one days,
Days of living empty, the empty she heals.
I'm not mistaken,
Save me heartbroken.
Fool I am. Without her.
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