Wednesday, May 25, 2011


You came to me three weeks ago,
What we had isn’t special,
I hate you,
I curse you,
I wish you were never around,
I finally got my wish.

You are leaving me,
You promise to come back,
I wish you never said that,
Because you and I will never be together,
But who am I to stop you.

Next time you’re here,
I will be ready,
And I hope we’ll have a better relationship,
Farewell for now,

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