Anymore Poem by Moth Harris

Purple doves fly, in a never ending sky.
Well it ends for me, it ends for me.

Things don't seem to make much sense anymore
No nothing seems to make much sence anymore
We were best friends
and now I'm outside knocking on your door.
You don't seem to make much sense anymore.

Acceptance was something we both strived for.
I guess you forgot that I accepted everything that you were.
Looked at the person crying out, for a friend.
I guess I wasn't good enough, or at least not anymore.

This may be the last time you see my smiling face,
My friend, my companion, gone without a trace,
There are more important things now.
I barely know you anymore.