Friday, November 20, 2009



(instant poem)

You left in the rain without closing the doors
I walked away to tell you more,
I don't care for now if I'm alone
I can make my self a home.
I worry about the sorrows you bring
Your self - inflicted pains, your sins, your sins.
But it has always been me from the very start
I am the most person that owns your heart.

So sad we cannot be together
But still parting is never forever.
You might think this poem's not for you
But you're the only reason why I write, why I continue..
For now.


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