A Poem By Peter Wesley Bastone
She Makes Me Cry
Written Peter Wesley Bastone
She makes me cry
Left lonely in a lonely town
As my brain runs on empty
Thoughts fade on a summer evening
She makes me cry
Fault is all mine and in the bank
As the line stalls in time
I think I’ll listen to mental hopscotch
She makes me cry
Spine surgery left me electric
As my love drains through dying
Memories of a dozen loves dissolves
She makes me cry
Except on a rainy day
She makes me cry
When the song plays on
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