I sit on an empty box,
In my corner of the room.
Remnance of what you were,
And what we used to share.
How everything was so perfect,
So perfectly in place.
How did we get to nothing?
Nothing in this room,
Could bring you back to me.
How did we get to nothing?
You said I was the perfect,
One and only in my life.
I had my life complete,
With you as my wife.
I guess I should have seen,
What I didn't have to give.
Was it the power, pain, or fortune
That he deserves- to forgive?
No.
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