8: 32 <br /> <br />It 8: 32 its so dark and the air is so cold and bitter <br />I sit and can only think of you not here but with her <br />I hate it….is there any point to keep going on? <br />What for she’s already won <br />Not that you’re a prize <br />I only want you because the way you make me feel with that look in your eyes <br />You said you loved me did you lie? <br />What for? why? <br />I told you there would be no other <br />But you so easily find another <br />I should have known <br />I would never be able to call you my own <br />Next time I will know from the start <br />Expect pain when I give you my heart<br /><br />Andrea Rivera<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/8-32-2/
