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4 Walls

When we broke up,

You moved on.

You ran

And left me here

In this empty room.

4 walls,

Stained with the memories of us,

And every time I turn away from the window,

I feel so

small.

I can still hear your voice

Echo through the phone.

I can still see your smile,

Etched into the wall

From all the times I spilled my heart out

Just to see it grace your lips.

Now I'm spilling my heart

All over the bare wooden floor

And it's cold.

I thought you were my home,

But you were just another

4 walls

To house my love

Until you didn't need it anymore.