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To a special friend

 

It’s over now, can’t you see?

There’s no more left for you and me.

We tried and we worked

We fought and we cursed.

We reached a stalemate and got stuck on a loop.

I can’t be your pillar, your friend or your hope.

 

We crossed paths, we loved.  There’s no more to say.

We can’t spend our whole life tied up in this way.

Youth is to be spent and passion is the key.

I want to spend my youth with someone who sets me free.

poetry

◄ your eyes

Comments

Wesly Kiplimo Ng'etich

Mon 29th Feb 2016 19:35

sweet one...#zero

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