American Sentances

I can’t be anyone else for you under yellow leaves in the fall.

When we broke up, you walked to my plaque shaped like a heart and flexed fingers.

You can’t expect to return to where you’ve been – pain once you’ve gone away.

Classical music is background noise to telemarketer phone calls.

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6 responses to “American Sentances

  1. I like the opposites in the telemarketer one!

  2. 9to5poet

    these are all lovely, especially the “break up” sentence.

  3. I like the first one especially… and also the last.

  4. I’ve heard the last one (I mean the scene you describe) so often…. Your first sentence is my favourite though, beautifully sad

  5. Very beautiful lines. I like the second one.

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