Smack #972

Smack Nine Seven Two:
A blow delivered with a cry
And then a teardrop from her eye

Apology Eight Four Nine:
From the heart but not enough
You say you'll die, she calls your bluff

Walk One Zero Two:
The walk that leaves you all alone
Cold and feeling made of stone

Depression Five Six One:
The one that will not leave your mind
The most rotten awful kind

New Start Three Four:
You're sitting alone at a bar
You catch her watching from afar 

Courtship Nine Three Eight One:
Is it love you have this time
Or another heartbreak crime?

The End

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