This isn't a poem as such more like a short story.
In a few months time you'll be leaving me and...
He swore to me as he left,
that I would always be the one...
This isn't a poem as such more like a short story.
In a few months time you'll be leaving me and...
I confided in a friend who told me,
that you're not really gone...
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I would rather be sad with him, than happy on my own. |