This is the end, <br />theres nothing left to write, <br />the love that he felt for me, <br />ended tonight. <br /> <br />the rest of these pages, <br />stay blank and bare, <br />in patient hope, <br />that something will be written there, <br /> <br />dust gathers on the piano keys, <br />theres no music on to play, <br />the smallest ray of hope, <br />has died and faded away, <br /> <br />first loves can never be forgotten, <br />how cruel life can be, <br />to put the weight of the world, <br />and this ending on me, <br /> <br />and how hard is to wake up in the morning, <br />to have the sun shining on my face, <br />and know that another person, <br />has come to take my place.<br /><br />Savannah Allison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-540/
