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Forget Me, For The Best
I'm falling just to break, the bottom can't be much further from the truth
When the best part of him was the one who gave him the kind of love only they could share
It became the worse part of her when who she thought was the one said it had disappeared
If she keeps fighting to face the hurt, he might not lie just for the sake of saving her, the worse part of it is neither know the right words
He won't stop to pretend, but he never wanted to hurt her, he can't bend the truth much further before he. . . He break you too
Run away and forget even the memory, let the sun die and the other stars fade if you have just one regret don't let it be me
Clear
voiced poem. Enriched with emotional outpouring; felt the distancing. Last line was fab. ~Lady A~
Thank you
To hear you attlets, you male my stuff sound better then it is lol
"Some people die at 25 but buried at 75" Benjamin Franklin
Just Re-Read
There is an undercurrent running throughout your writings - not cazy about this format - prose poems in paragraph format. Easier - hey, I should try some of those actually - something different. I have a few paragraphed pieces - No need to fight for end breaks - a freeer form. Hmmmm... :D slc