Sweet then bitterly sour.
Close then distantly far.
She changes more than the British weather.
I am at the end of my tether.
Good then bad.
Happy then sad.
This i can't take any more.
From me my love for her she has tore.
Up then down.
A smile then a frown.
My suitcase is packed.
The night train its departing time i have checked.
She is asleep.
Out the front door i creep.
Later on to her a letter i will send.
Telling her this is the end.
The End.
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Author:
Wallace (
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Comments1
Sad emotive write.
Thank you.
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