Gone
You make me want to give up on things
Motivational purpose, lost.
Somewhere, someplace it’s gone.
I refuse to share.
I refuse to speak.
I refuse to listen.
Just tender wishes and thoughts.
I think they call them memories.
I just wish you the best.
I’ll just walk away.
Copyright © Noble Smalls | Year Posted 2013
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