by Wayne Wysocki
I live in a place called Oblivion,
Its location matters not;
You'll not recall or think at all
Of this forgotten spot.
But this is where you left me
When you and I were done,
And here I dwell, an empty shell,
While you are having fun.
I know your frequent fancies
Should have clued me from the start
How easily your love for me
Would vanish from your heart.
Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
I live in a place called Oblivion,
Its location matters not;
You'll not recall or think at all
Of this forgotten spot.
But this is where you left me
When you and I were done,
And here I dwell, an empty shell,
While you are having fun.
I know your frequent fancies
Should have clued me from the start
How easily your love for me
Would vanish from your heart.
Copyright © 2018 Wayne Wysocki
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