The Skype call has ended. The words we tell one another every night, Still echoing in my brain.
I love you It repeats like a broken record, But on my favorite lyric.
Its only eleven, And I lay in bed. Watching Glee.
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It turns one o'clock,
And I know that I am not ok.
It turns one o'clock,
And I wish that my other half was here.
It turns one o'clock,
And I wonder if I will be ok,
Or if I should cry.
But I won't,
Because I cry too much,
And I have had enough.
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The lyrics, To the broken record, Play once more.
But more songs, Chime in.
And this is how I fall asleep, To the memory of his voice, And the bitter sound of mine.
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