Final Chance
Your words, do they touch her, the way they touch me? Does your actions speak as your words? Or are the words, eternal lies, told only to me? Used, to hurt me string me along, while loving her, missing her, and wanting her using me, again until you are with her pretending you are free. Is she part of your plans for the future? To have her, on the side and keep me here, hurting letting you use, all that I am for all the world to see? Or am I the one, that you'll finally take notice of, love more than any other, share the future, as we have shared the past, and savor all of eternity? The time has come, at last to let her go, or let me go, to live my life, as you would live your's with her, Given, a final chance to be happy!Okay! I know...Not the greatest, but does the point come across? Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 06:10 PM PST, Deborah Wolz 0 • 1
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