Contemplating,
debating,
things that were left usaid,
the words I shoudl've spoke,
replay on-and-on in my head.
I sit in this dark room and wonder why,
things of how I can no longer control these endless feelings for you.
I pick up the phone,
I know you're home,
it's seems you're playing with my heart, and we know that it's just not right.
I look at your kids and I wonder what I've done wrong.
You talked about forever and always.....eternity,
but has enternity come so soon?
Has enternity come today?
Is our love going to be left at bay?
Baby, I'm gonna walk away,
and it's up to you to say: how far.
Author notes
This goes out to all those who hurt.
Please be honest
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hey new yorker
I'm orginally from new york.
I hope this poem was theraputic for you to get over your loss. it seems when someone gets hurt they write poems like this and they all sound alike. it seemed like i read this poem hundreds of time already.
dave
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