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We're over.
For good.
You've moved on
and so have I.
You now love her,
and i love him,
but still, that wont take away the pain.
The memories still burn
deep within my heart,
and sometimes i wonder
if they still burn in yours.
Their are so many things
that i want to say,
but that wont happen,
not today.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| untitled | 0 | 08/23/2010 |
| Friends | 0 | 06/22/2009 |
| Us | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| You | 0 | 05/31/2009 |
| Singing | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
| Music = Life | 1 | 05/30/2009 |
| Love of my life | 0 | 05/30/2009 |
| Haters | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Love | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Always and Forever | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Hearts and Love | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
| I can't believe | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Kristin Marie-Elizabe th Moses |
0 | 05/27/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| School | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
| Wasted Time | 0 | 05/27/2009 |
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