The book of poetry

Untold thoughts of my past

It is the end of summer now,

And yet I still ask myself how,

How did I fall for you and watch you walk out the door into your tomorrow as I become your past,

I messed up so badly that I should have known that the love would never last, 

I was something other than myself I will admit,

But when you are around I will submit,

I will be anything you want me to be as long as you say you won't leave,

I can feel you all around me,

In the air I breathe,

To the breeze in the trees,

I need you here beside me,

I feel regret for things that have gone wrong,

But tell me was your love even real at all, 

I love you so much that I can't breathe,

If you saw me struggling would you get up and leave,

Would you walk out the door and turn a new cheek,

Maybe even pretend you don't know me,

well as time goes by that statement becomes more true than you know,

While you go day to day without looking at me in the face my inner self changes so much but you would never know because it would never show,

I realize within this time that the years have passed and so have I,

For the little voice in your head seems to be mine,

What happened to me you may say,

When our love ran out of time,

it was time that the old me died.

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