Don't

by Amber   Jul 3, 2007


Don't call me, don't write, and don't show up late at night. You know we needed some time and space. So now I say the things I want to say, sometimes its better letting go this way. I'll always know deep in my soul that we really had so far to go. I've given all I've had to give and now its time for me to live. And I won't look back and I won't regret, although it hurts like hell. Someday I will forget you...

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  • 16 years ago

    by Sarah

    Nice poem

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