Im falling apart my worlds crashing down
im dying slowly without a sound
you stole my heart, you stole my soul
all thats left is a gaping hole
you sold me out you shattered my world
this is the damage from a 15 yr old girl
i call to say sorry the truth comes out
you now have apology letters in route
you have nothing to do with letters being faxed
or the fact that our asses are gonna get waxed
its been two weeks and still no trouble
are we off the hook or are we gettin double
we gotta talk face to face when i get back
but i really dont know if im ready for that
at least give me time to think and rest
a couple of days so i can perform best
so i can handle whatever is said
even if its something i know ill dread
we'll probably argue, we'll probably shout
but its gravy baby, we need to let it all out
no matter what happens at the end
im thankful for all the time we've spent
your the girl for which i fell
together we're heaven but you put me through hell
as my poem starts to slow
its time for me to let things go
Dustin B. Unrath Dec 7 06