The End
They say
All good things must come to an end
And all things that weren't meant to be
Always end more tragically
Walking away
From the broken pieces of our relationship
Leaving behind
Our house of love
As it burns to the ground
Left to become ashes
That will blow away in the wind
A tear runs down my cheek
But I dare not look back
I dare not stop
I keep going
Keep going back for the old me
I cry
Because it hurts
Knowing that this is the end
But they've always told me
That all good things must come to an end
And all things that weren't meant to be
Always end more tragically
Knowing that
I keep on pressing my way
Accepting that this is the end
The end of this story
But when one story ends
You write another one
(c) 2008
3.15.2008
A Love Story- Part 10
Posted by Boss Lady at 1:58 PM
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