Nikole Palmer

22 Jul, 2012 02:23 AM
Looking back,
I can see
how mistaken 
I really was.

Day after day,
Week after week,
Telling you,
Killing you with 
Every word,

Every wasted breath,
Telling you,
Telling about the boy
I was scared to love,
Telling you about him.

Him who's love was
Wasted on another.
He who wasted breaths,
Were spent with me.

The boy I would kill for,
The boy I was 
preparing to die for
It wasn't until
You saved me,

I realized how
mistaken I really was.
So is it ok,
Can I waste my breaths
Telling him, all about you now?
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slong says:
13 Feb, 2013 02:41 PM

Nice work! This one made me cry. I can relate to this one. Another great pome. Keep up the good work.

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