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27-What a Number

Don’t tell me not to dwell in the past; Please don’t tell me to move on. I cannot do what you ask, At least not right now behind this mask. The choices I have made, are affecting my soul, And each day these dark thoughts grow. Why did you hurt me? I need to know. Why did you hit me when I thought you loved me so? Why did you run away my friend? And leave my home as empty as your heart? Did you not think that I would slowly fall apart? For many days and many nights, I sat and wondered what I had done wrong? From up on my pedestal I did fall, and couldn't make it back up alone. But as the days passed by my heart became less heavy, and all my scars began to fade. True friends from near and far, Built me up as each day did pass. My knight in shining armour rode steady and pieced back what was left of me And within that moment that dark cloud lifted and soon my house was once again a home and all signs of you both were gone. Out of sight, but not from mind- what you have both done to me I cannot hide. For all the nights we sat up talking, the drunken nights and stupid fights-will always be dear to me. You were my friend, but now you must go. Faint memories you now have become. I cannot wish you well my friend, because that you don’t deserve. But off you will go to the next- Loneliness there is all you will find So goodbye you two and please don’t return. This evil trick you both did play will one day be paid back to you. Now please don’t tell me to not dwell in the past because that past will aide my future well Thank you both for all that you have done- it really was a treat!! Please take this with you as you move on. I'm always going to be better than you, and of that I can assure you!!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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