Dying Romantic says: <br />I walk these streets all alone, <br /> the sound of your voice still ringing on my phone. <br />You just couldn't leave our past behind, <br />why must I be the one that's always kind? <br />Your face haunts my nightmares, <br /> and you always leave me something on the stairs. <br /> I burn it with glee, <br /> and yet you send more to pester me. <br />This heart can't take any more abuse, <br /> so let me cut you loose. <br />This is goodbye... <br />-Dying Romantic <br /> <br /> July 20th 2006<br /><br />Brandon Chiles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-nights/
