It's Over & Done With Poem by Alias Alias

Passion is like a flower.
A flower that a blooms once a year.
A year is how long it can last.
Last is not what place you want to come in.

Come in, come into my heart.
My heart is not a toy.
Toys are for children not for us.
Us? What happened to us, after all this time?

Time cannot heal you have done.
Done, finished however you wish to say it.
It is over, we are through.
Through all the hard times I was counting on you.

You weren't there for me.
Me, me, me. That's all you ever cared about.
About time we ended this before someone really got hurt.
Hurt, pain, loss...the emotions are overwhelming my brain.

No. No. No. Never. Ever. Ever. Ever. Again.
Will. I. Stoop. So. Low. Again...