i’mperfect as it may seem
its like im leaving (sic) the dream
theres still something lacking
a bitter,sweet Man whose loving
has run dry and has forgotten
a promise that he will never go
but alas, he flee, fly, flew
leaving this heart empty and bleau.
Erratum
Posted: November 28, 2011 in life, love, moving on, poem, self, youthTags: erratum, heartbreak, mistake
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