I stood leaning against the windowsill.
My workshirt the only thing still on.
Worked seemed like a blur, no one knew
what to say to me, hell I wouldn’t know
what to say to me for that matter.
Things were going so well, a promotion
a new place, our careers taking off,
we were so happy and in love but
now I guess we really weren’t.
I stand leaning against the windowsill
knowing your not coming back to this
home anymore.
Kimber Michaela 2010
Feeling you emotions thru your gifted pen
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I am humbled, I am always in awe by your written words.
Thank you ❤
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