Friday, October 21, 2011

This Is Your Poem

It all began that night.

It was a Friday,
We started to flirt.
My head was spinning

Was this all an illusion I conjured in my head?
YES... you lied...

You didn't understand the sacrifices I made for,
YOU.
I tried working it out but you made it hard.

Numb.

Thinking about how you were mine but,
Sometimes good bye is the only way.

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