My Final Thought
It's time to get up
It's time to move on
The memories were nice
But that time is gone
The many candles flickered
A most beautiful light
Then you blew the flame out
I guess it got too bright
With you I was someone
I had never been before
Someone who was hurting
Yet was always wanting more
But this version of me
Is no longer the same.
Goodbye poetry soup
Goodbye Jane.
Copyright © Jane Peterson | Year Posted 2010
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