Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Leaving.

Speak, if that's what you want.
Don't let me down now,
Try to understand what has been done,
Because no one else sees through your eyes,
This is important, believe me,
Don't walk away, please.
This could be your only chance,
Don't waste it,
Don't turn and walk away,
I'm begging, don't forget me,
Come back someday, promise?
But my question is wasted on you,
Who was I to think you'd listen,
And now I lay here on the floor,
Tears in my eyes,
You're never coming back are you?
And I am filled with shame,
Because I believed your words.

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