niakeva thomas (March 8,1992 / Chicago, Illinois)
No More Of Me (Originally A Song Written By Me)
Smile on your face, he's all you talk about,
Tears down your face, where's that smile now,
Hearts are being broken; loving him is no more,
No use in trying to fight it, nothing left to fight for,
Tired of pointless loving, time to draw the line,
Time to smile again, yeah, no more room for crying,
No more feeling sorry, don't need your sympathy,
Starting all over and you can't have no more of me,
Locked in your room, just want to be alone,
Tired of love, and arguing on the phone,
Promises are broken, lies are being told,
Bags are packed too often, this lifestyles getting old,
Tired of pointless loving, time to draw the line,
Time to smile again, yeah, no more room for crying,
No more feeling sorry, don't need your sympathy,
Starting all over and you can't have no more of me,
‘Because I'm moving on, time to let you go,
No more heartache, we hardly talk anymore,
Time to live my life, try something new,
Time to get it right and live my life without you,
No more feeling sorry, don't need your sympathy,
Starting all over and you can't have no more of me,
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You have unloaded from your heart an ocean of sorrow to the hearts of the readers. The last two lines occur thrice
making the poem sentimental.