A Collection of Poetry

Monday, July 29, 2013

Game over!

It had to end somehow
it feels cold outside
and me, I feel dark inside
but no going back now

I am forced to sacrifice
what I simply cannot
I'm imbued with a vice
but which one I forgot

I guess this is where it ends
I can feel the void inside
and pain because we must divide
Pain because we can't be friends

We can't be anything

1998

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