Time

Time tells me I should have moved on,
should have been far far gone.
Should have forgotten or gotten over it,
should have stopped feeling constant like shit.
Confidence should have began to rebuild, or?
Don't know, don't care, just not shore.
Thought it had to go the other way soon,
but I still cry for a beautifull moon.
Don't remember feeling worse,
Time to give up, accept the curse.




Poetry by Polly
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Written on 2007-05-03 at 21:55

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