Words unspoken

We left our words unspoken, 
and we left our  hearts cut open. 
we parted fast, with nothing too last.
What ever could I do, but sit and stew,
I became a cold, hard brew…
but,  like I said what could I do?

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Perhaps it isn’t all so woeful. 
Perhaps I should be hopeful!
but maybe not…that little snot. 

We’ll all part with life and our bodies will rot.