I write to drain my mind
Leaving evidence of my past
The stories ever changing
The subjects never last
How quick I turn and realize
My past is just my past
You breeze in through my life
Then out, your not the last.
Posted by brokensally on July 30, 2010 in Uncategorized
Tags: date, dating, life, love, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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