You drained the ocean of my love
one bucket at a time
believing in its infinity,
not realizing
how shallow it's become
One bucket at a time.
You dried my fertile fields
one bite at a time,
sipping my water,
eating from my tree,
leaving nothing but a wasteland
One bite at a time.
What's left of myself now?
Where has all my deep love gone?
Left alone I was,
howling dog, lost in the fog.
You made me lose myself,
gave me the final blow,
left me hurt and scared,
and with a heart of stone.
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