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poem about the end of a relationship |
| The ramblings of a tortured soul, of my pain, I pray you'll never know of what has been and what will be, in my misery you'll surely see. A black heart; cold as ice love, you see was not nice. If it's not working, and doesn't feel right; is it love? You best think twice. Don't let someone drag you down. I should have learned, the first time around. Now I know I should have let go, but lessons of the past sometimes, are hard to grasp. As with hindsight it's now clear to me, that what we had should never be. |