This poem I wrote when I broke up with my boyfriend. But he was being an idiot so kinda had to. April 23, 2011 Here it is:
When I think of the past,
It's hard to think of, it's hard to bear,
Love is a game that only some can share,
For the others, we have to struggle to hold on.
Too Little, too late,
It's time for a break,
Everything is done,
And my head needs a shake.
I miss you and still have feelings,
But you have just left me in the dust,
Looking at you is better than the ceiling,
But I'm breaking this up because i must.
- Amy Janewski
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