Sunday Morning

It was early Sunday morning. I sat straight up in bed.
Tossed and turned all night long, she was in my head.
I couldn't get her off my mind, no matter how I tried.
I got up, fixed a drink, then sat down and cried.

I cried because I missed her. I wondered where she'd gone.
I cried because I love her so, I felt so all alone.
This Sunday morning sadness is tearing me apart.
She may be gone, but she's still here, living in my heart.

I tried to call her cell phone, only got voice mail.
I sent a million texts to her, all to no avail.
It's like she simply disappeared, fell right off the earth.
I won't rest one little bit until I hear from her.

I simply hope she's happy. I just hope she's okay
I simply can't help but wonder why she went away.
This Sunday morning sadness is tearing me apart.
She may be gone, but she's still here, living in my heart.

If she's found another, well, that will be alright.
I'll simply cry myself to sleep each and every night.
I've never met another that made me feel this way.
My heart will be shattered, a part of me died today.

God knows that I still love her. God knows that I still care.
If she ever needs me, God knows that I'll be there.
This Sunday morning sadness is tearing me apart.
She may be gone, but she's right here, living in my heart.









Poetry by justaguy
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Written on 2010-12-19 at 05:02

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