Moved On
I look back,
I see the love you had for me.
Slowly realizing it was an act.
My love was real,
at least it was in the beginning.
Now that I'm moving on,
you can't handle it.
I've made a change.
A change to better myself.
Now you can suffer all you want,
or you can move on like I did.
Lets part our ways
and act like civilized people.
What else is there to do?
Copyright © Johneta Ohler | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment