Goodbye Things
I’m not made for these goodbye things,
These heart breaking,
Gut wrenching,
Soul achy things.
The things that leave you sore,
The things that knead and bend, rock and roll you to your core.
I’m not made for these goodbye things,
These see you later,
in awhile crocodile kind of things,
The some day,
Some how
Kind of things.
The things that keep you awake,
The things that slip and slide and break.
I’m not made for these goodbye things,
The miss you already,
Call me when you get there,
Tell me you need me kind of things.
The things that you can’t place,
The things gone without a trace.
I. Am. Not. Made. For. These. Goodbye. Things.
Not when it’s you.
Never you.
Not you.
Not goodbye.
Not forever.
I am not made made for these goodbye things.
These heart breaking,
Gut wrenching,
Soul achy things.
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Copyright © Ali K | Year Posted 2018
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