You are done.
I get it.
I’ll just deal.
Time will pass.
You’ll forget.
Then we’ll heal.
Years ago
We won’t know
How we felt.
February 7, 2010
Out of My System in 27 Syllables
Posted by mayiwrite under advice, relationships | Tags: a little thinking, frustration, poem |[2] Comments
February 7, 2010 at 3:01 pm
Excellent synopsis of that type of conversation…thanks.
February 7, 2010 at 3:27 pm
In its own bizarre way, one of the best parts of this was the link that wordpress suggested as being “possibly related” to it:
http://apps4theiphone.wordpress.com/2009/07/07/10128/