Separations
My heart is torn in so many directions
My soul is torn with so many separations
I can't breathe when I think of you the pain is too deep
I can't sleep when I think of you
Because that's where we use to sleep
Together on the same bed
My heart beats pain my soul is dead
A.D. Small
June 22,2010
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