Wednesday, December 30, 2009

He sang to me as he used too.
A million lifetimes ago.
He lulled me and stroked my hair.
He wishes too it were differently,
And I know it
Am I wrong in this decision?
Am I throwing it all to the wind.
One last time I break his heart.
I promise I won't do it again.
Final Goodbyes so sad,
so sweet.
But there is nothing left now.
Except for this defeat.
I am tired.
I have been all along


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