Jordan Moore


At Peace


You've moved on to find another,
My love for you, you did smother,
I gave you all I had to offer,
But all you did was make me suffer,

I'm sorry that I wasn't your dream man,
I would of done anything for you, just give me a hand,
Once what was two lovers, now just friends,
My heart it still takes time to mend,
My love is all that I sent,
True love.. I thought that was what it meant.

I'm sorry for wasting all your time,
I just wish that you were once again mine,
But that was all in the past,
We sure did have a blast,
But now it is gone,
My heart is again scorn.

The pain too much to ignore,
My head, my soul, are sore,
I wish it away,
I just need you to say,
That it wasn't just a test,
That your not just a mess.

I wish you to be happy,
And I don't mean to be sappy,
But I hope you move on with life,
I hope that other boys don't cause you too much strife,

Because i have let you go,
I no longer need you so :)
The flowers you sent,
The words that you supposedly meant,

They no longer are here,
Your future I can tell is quite near,

Submitted: Friday, September 30, 2011
Edited: Friday, September 30, 2011

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