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You hand is now
upon my wrist
as my life takes
another twist
This shirt I wore
its neck too low
I wore special tonight,
just for you.
Now at night
before I sleep
I wonder how
I still can weep.
You hand is now
upon my wrist
I hadn't even had
my first kiss.
I wrote this for the first guy that ever broke my heart... It's a tad juvenile, but so was I, at the time. It's a series of images from the night I had my heart shattered.
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