I wrote a book today, spilling the seconds of our life
sharing the very moment, you asked me to be your wife
I wrote a book today, I filled it with my pride
this journey I would only take, if I was to be your bride
I wrote a book today, detailing our demise
sitting alone on this bed, wallowing in your lies
I wrote a book today, its words sheer poetry
about the day you took that bus, forever leaving me
I wrote a book today, of a part of me you never knew
Emoting for lost love in my life, created solely by you
I wrote a book today, pure helter skelter penned within
Shadows linger over happiness, and what once could have been
I mailed that book today, for your eyes to tear apart
the only words contained within, is that you still have my heart
I mailed that book today, now these words you know to be true
Read in these pages words of woe, my cure now lies within you
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