I left my heart in a parking lot,
Somewhere between a passed-out wino
And a cement block.
I extended my hand
She didn't take it.
I offered everything I had, all that I am,
She didn't want it
- just wasn't part of the plan.
Another dream left to rot
Where 'what if's and 'could've been's go
Until they fade and are forgot.
Who knows what of us died
Then and there
On that unmarked spot?
(It's) Funny how the deepest cut
Seem' to start with
'I like you, BUT...'
Ronberge (anno primo)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-left-my-heart-in-a-parking-lot/
