UntitledA Poem by Celtore
Im falling faster by each hurtful day.
The more you say the faster I fall Your glistening eyes show unshed tears Closing my eyes I look away “Don’t look at me like that,” I say. You pull me close and say “sorry, please forgive me.” I pull away and say, “I think its best that you forget me.” Walking away the tears run down my cheeks. “We’re done,” I whisper. © 2010 Celtore |
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Added on March 3, 2010 Last Updated on March 3, 2010 |

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