Treasure Island

Mitta Xinindlu

(01 september 1987 / South Africa)

I am over you


I am glad that it is finally over
I am happy to announce that I am over you
I cried a lot of tears for you and I have cried enough
I no longer want to be associated with any thing that includes your name

You are no longer on my mind
You are no longer my number one
You are just nonexistent to me
You are my history that I do not mind to forget

We were not meant to be, now I know
We were just a snake and a frog
We were never a hand and a glove
Did I once tell you that?
I was lying then, I suppose

Submitted: Monday, March 24, 2008
Edited: Monday, September 01, 2008

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  • C.J Harward (4/4/2008 6:02:00 PM)

    What a lie. You can never get over someone just like that. I almost got convinced there LoL (Report) Reply

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