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I made you the floor I walk on,
But you ripped away my stand.
Forcing me to fly away,
Leave this nest I made us.

And though I felt that I might die,
Drowning in the ocean
Despite the tide pulling me down,
I lived and floated on.

My heart felt so bare and naked,
Shivering alone in this house,
Like the blanket of our love
Had dropped onto the floor.

I've looked through the window
On what our life could've been
But did it have to be so sudden,
When you shattered my whole world?

But instead you hung me out
To dry in the wicked winter wind.
Left me on my own there,
Did you expect me to survive?

A wiser person would've said
I needed to walk away from you.
But stupid little me,
I'm still standing on the curb.
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songofthetrees Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2009
where are u getting ur inspiration for these poems?
emeraldsun Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2009
idk. they just kind of come to me. mainly experience. haven't you ever though someone really cared for you, only to leave you standing out in the cold? (metaphorically speaking, of course).
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