Dear diary
I was at the solitary bench tonight,
I waited for him to come, but he didn't,
and my heart broke again.
Today I brought him flowers,
my allergies acted up,
but the flowers were for him;
so can you guess
what my heart and the flowers
have in common?
They both wilted when he didn't arrive.
It must be rich to have a daughter
whose heart keeps mending;
I remember when I used to wait
and he used to bring me candy.
He promised me he would never leave me,
he was supposed to greet me, dear diary, why
did he cancel our meeting, dear diary, why
would he knowingly let his daughter be lonely,
doesn't he know she might just drown in the sea?
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