Said is said, done is done so farewell.

don't call me yours
now that you've made it a habit
to get me to be so sad too often

don't call me yours
now that you've made it a habit
to make me hate you more and more

don't call me baby
I see nothing good in you
than just trouble and sorrow

let me say goodbye
let us say farewell
thanks for the time we had together
I hope you find your truth an I hope you reach your luck

me will be continuing with my old plans
myself are looking for my luck with fate
Perhaps it takes time and maybe I do not find someone like you ever again
but better to have hope alive than begin turning back to love

my moto is
"The one who is searching, he WILL find".



Poetry by Miro
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Written on 2010-08-23 at 10:12

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Bonyo Buogha
That's so real, so true.
2010-08-23