My Heartache Yard Sale
By Desdemona
My broken heart says yard sale Heartaches here are cheap I have pain and misery over in the corner Next to my favorite seat Photos albums of our memories On the blanket we used to hold Over there is sniffles and tissues I used when I was sad and cold Take my rings they are yours If you buy my advice and time I'll throw in panic and abuse For three nickels and a dime Buy my happiness I used to love And my smiles and my fears If you take away this old guitar I will throw in a bag of tears Take everything I beg of you The prices are very low I can't stand to see it sitting here So all of it must go! Written July 7th, 1999 © on Nov 13 2001 07:20 AM PST, Lee Gillilan 18 • 0 • 1
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"My broken heart says yard sale..."