How It Goes.

by Angel Of Death   Oct 18, 2007


So we walk in different directions,
I'll tell you I don't care.
Act like I won't miss you,
And forget you were ever there.

You got what you wanted,
So I guess now I must go,
Don't worry about me I'll be fine,
At least that's what I'll show

Did it cross your mind that I'd miss you?
Oh wait, that's what you were counting on.
Looks like I'm wrapped around your little finger,
Congratulations, it seems as though you've won.

©ImNotSorryImNotHer
18thOctober2007

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  • 17 years ago

    by This Is Me

    This is good, I some what understand where you coming from. But at the end that will never happen.