Things Change
No more of that,
Lovesick feeling.
No more of that,
Glance-stealing.
Depression puddle,
Spilled on the floor.
I won't go back,
Towards that door.
Now, I don't feel it,
It's over...
No, I don' t need it,
No more...
Things change...
Even if you ask for it,
It won't come back.
Because things have changed...
Copyright © Dark Queen Mh | Year Posted 2016
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