Just leave me be, don’t lead me on,
I think of you the first thing every dawn.
I don’t ask for a lot, a simple yes or no,
This long wait has me feeling a little low.
I question, do I even like you anymore?
In my chest, there’s a dull throbbing sore.
But the sore isn’t too bad, it’s bearable,
To get back up, I know I am capable.
And that’s how I know, I never loved you,
Even if right now I feel a little blue.
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Author:
Ladywithaquill (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Silly lil old rhyme I found in my diary.
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Comments2
A poem of recognition and strength to move on. Lovely
Thank you!
Enjoyed the read, coming to the understanding it wasn't as important as first thought and your moving on, nicely done
Thank you!
You are very welcome
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