Saturday, September 5, 2009

Move on.

So she sits there with her head on her knees,
She feels the breath of the wind aganist her back,
And she realizes,
She doesn't need you,
She will move on.


Credit: Me. I don't know if this counts as a poem. But I wrote this after I realized I didn't need him afterall.
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