Her
She called my name
Still thought I was a game
I said goodbye for the last time
No need for another set of repetition
Only to be deprived more of loss of my own identification
Tears fell down my face but not anymore
It’s now her time to cry
Maybe it was time for our journey tto die
Maybe this was life’s way of saying to find something new
It all started out as a onetime screw
But she caught a hold of my heart
And she became my piece that made me no longer torn apart
I ask and beg and ask stop this
I don't want to know this was just temporary bliss
There's been enough pain
What can I do to erase this agony this memory from my brain
Heart in constant repeating ache
But I guess this is the price I must pay
Copyright © Kit-Kat Lee | Year Posted 2015
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