"Why wouldn't I mind, you're leaving me. I've said good bye so many times I can't even count it. Now all you are is just another goodbye. Do you not see a problem with that? If not, why not? I understand that people change and when presented with an opportunity such as the one you have, of course, people will take it. But it makes no change in the fact that you're just a goodbye.
A goodbye you told that would never come. A goodbye that was promised to never be spoken. Those unspoken words will now be said, and now I don't know what to believe when you tell me hello. Do I just say goodbye and then leave. Or do I say goodbye and linger, hoping for more?
You're the one goodbye, I hoped would never happen.
But here it is, the hour has come.
So, Please, my love, never return here, to me...
Please."
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Abyss of the dreamer: Spoken word
PoetryJust another poems book, maybe you'll find something to live by, or maybe you'll find that you're not alone. Maybe, just maybe you'll fine what you need.
