When enough
people leave
It is
expected
Quite ordinary
Not extraordinary
Normal in
fact
Train leaves
the track
My heart still
beats
Though you
are gone
It doesn’t matter
Who’s right
who’s wrong
My tears
My fears
Play a sad
song will you
Dredge this
heart through and through
My up
My down
One slice
who will know
Or see
Or care
If I go
You aren’t there
Hide your
feelings
They aren’t
real
You must be
stealing
Drama queen
You’re
unseen
You are
nothing
Now I’m
blushing
Too much
attention
On this dissention
I’m sorry
My story
Ended
***
Great poem!
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