Forgetting
Forgetting where we came from,
forgetting where we've been,
telling myself I am done,
telling myself never again.
Saying he is sorry,
crying all the time,
saying that he loves me,
and misses me a lot.
Tugging at my heart strings,
with rhythum and with rhyme,
tugging on my emotion,
wishing he would rot.
Copyright © Cheri Golden | Year Posted 2008
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