not my photo…
There was a note, left, under your door, you woke, to find it this morn, it was, without a name. So, you’d started, pondering, who it might be from…
A note, left, under your door, who was it from? From that long-ago, long, lost love that you can’t even remember the name of, coming back to haunt you again? Or, from someone who you are, dating right now?
A note, left, under your door, that, was what you’d waken up to find this morning, it wasn’t signed, but, there was, a signature of sorts, mine, that you knew, too well.
not my artwork…
A note, left, under your door, that, was all she wrote, she’d dumped you, like the TRASH you are, guess she’d finally figured you out, just as I already had to, huh??? And, I’m bettin’, that the moment she figured you out, was the moment, that she’d, decided, that there’s not enough love that she can offer to you, so that, was why she’d, run off…
A note, left, under your door, you will never find out who it was from, there’s just, NO way, because the sender is already, long, long, long gone, plus, from the looks, that note must’ve been, written, so very, many years ago!
Life, the Obstacle Course 