Wronged so many times before,
I find myself walking out the door.
Time and time again I look the other way,
Listening to another excuse for the day.
This time I'm out that door,
Having the final score.
You want to play this through,
Do it alone drinkng your brew.
You say your sorry like many times before,
This time you can say it to the door.
You tell me you can't live without me,
Test that theory and let's just see.
It's time to find someone new to adore,
Because this time I slammed the door!
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Current mood: sick
Category: Writing and Poetry
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