Life Throws You Curve Balls, You Learn to hit them out of the Park!


I’ve got butterflies in my stomach…
Goosebumps on my arms.
Why you ask?
Your death is why.
Your funeral scared me.
Reality hit then.
These are my symptoms…
What do I have?
I have a broken heart. 
A heart that can’t be mended…
Because you left me.
My life is over…
It’s through…
Never can I again breath…
Why’d you tell me you loved me.
You just left me. 

My hand shivers…
The one you touched,
At your last breath.
I’m in agony.
Come back and help me.
Of my broken heart. 



October 2002

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