It hurts...
And I don't think you realize
How bad it hurts me
Now that your free
And I know it's not a bad thing.
But it is for me.
You never have time for me
Anymore
And you begin to let me go
Without even realizing what your doing..
And I guess that's what scares me.
Because I won't be able to let go.
YOU ARE READING
Too late
PoetryCan you imagine the unimaginable? Dream the unthinkable? I guess it just comes down to words....