Time to Write
The time has come for me to write. Another urge i cannot fight. Given up on love again. Let me go, you didn't want me, i cannot win. Let me fly away so i can see another day. Let me go, don't start to say.. Anything at all. It's over, we're through. I never really needed you. You never really wanted me. Something else i did not see. Heart's not broken it's just moving on that's hard. The blade is gone, it doesn't cut, it's just not as sharp. I've been through it before, but its different. The time again was not well spent. Letting go of love is nothing new. It's just hard for me to let go of loving you. Now I have to do things for me alone. It's the only way i can truly grow. No place to go, no one to push or shove. Just me .... Writing poetry. Kris Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 28 2001 03:50 PM PST 0 • 10
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"The time has come for me to write...."