Dayer
New member
Dear Friend of mine,
It's been a while
Since I heard your voice
Or saw you smile
And I really think
It's time to talk
About what was felt
And why we walked
Away so bitterly
Was it my fault?
And did I cause
Your mind to halt?
See, I know we never
Even touched this subject
And honestly, I mean
No disrespect
But a conversation
That I had today
Made me think of why
We parted ways
And it made me worry
Where your mind was at
When you said blah, blah, blah
And this & that
Said you were too close
But I didn't see
The reasons why & chose
To disagree
With you,
Because I wondered
If it,
Was I that blundered
.
.
.
Ahh **** it, scratch it...
It doesn't matter
This letter's nothing more
Than useless chatter...
.
.
.
What's said is done
What's done is said
This f'n letter
Will never be read
By you
Or anyone else, you see
Because,
Then that would show a f'n side of me
That cared
And honestly I don't
(Or at least don't want to)
So I wont...
Wear my heart out
On my sleeve
For that would make me
Too naive
.
.
.
No need to
Relive the past
Final...slumber ...save... me
At... long.. last.
.
.
.
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It's been a while
Since I heard your voice
Or saw you smile
And I really think
It's time to talk
About what was felt
And why we walked
Away so bitterly
Was it my fault?
And did I cause
Your mind to halt?
See, I know we never
Even touched this subject
And honestly, I mean
No disrespect
But a conversation
That I had today
Made me think of why
We parted ways
And it made me worry
Where your mind was at
When you said blah, blah, blah
And this & that
Said you were too close
But I didn't see
The reasons why & chose
To disagree
With you,
Because I wondered
If it,
Was I that blundered
.
.
.
Ahh **** it, scratch it...
It doesn't matter
This letter's nothing more
Than useless chatter...
.
.
.
What's said is done
What's done is said
This f'n letter
Will never be read
By you
Or anyone else, you see
Because,
Then that would show a f'n side of me
That cared
And honestly I don't
(Or at least don't want to)
So I wont...
Wear my heart out
On my sleeve
For that would make me
Too naive
.
.
.
No need to
Relive the past
Final...slumber ...save... me
At... long.. last.
.
.
.
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