cleaning sobriety with a razors edge...

by tattooedbeatmessiah - Libra

you say you are leaving, 
well, theres the front door,
i wont try to stop you,
don't think i'll say one word,
too many mornings we've reached
this same ledge,
stop,
don't go,
things will be different, but
you're mistaken this time,
today i'll keep quiet and
silently let you pass,
don't look back and plead
for you're cause,
you will find another,
one that cares about death
more than i,
today,
i'll be okay,
tomorrow, 
maybe i'll miss you...
Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2002-03-21 12:53:41
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:07
Poem ID: 68450

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