Metanoia

And then you left,
   like not a single thing was ever right,
   like everything was lost
   and we just have to give up the fight.

As easy as saying no,
   you turned your back on me
   and no matter how I plead to you
   all I could ever do was set you free.


Posted by afraudite at 2/01/2014 3:10:00

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