"Why'd You Leave Me?"
An Ode to a Broken Heart"
I thought that we had something real
A love that we could never steal
But then you went and broke my heart
Tore us apart, we fell apart
But if you love me, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you go and set me free?
You had my heart, you had my soul
But now I'm left here all alone
I try to move on, but I can't
The memories of us still haunt
I thought that we could make it work
But instead, we just got hurt
But if you love me, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you go and set me free?
You had my heart, you had my soul
But now I'm left here all alone
I wish that you could see
The pain you've caused in me
I thought that we could last
But now we're in the past
But if you love me, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you go and set me free?
You had my heart, you had my soul
But now I'm left here all alone
I thought that we could make it through
But now I'm lost without you
But if you love me, why'd you leave me?
Why'd you go and set me free?
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Linda Mokeddem
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I'm going through a heartbreak now and this was so relatable. Loved this poem!