On My Own Poem by Anthony Eccles
On My Own
No matter what im thinking,
You always cross my mind,
Its just taking too long to sink in,
That you've gone out my life,
I stop and wait a second,
I put my life on hold,
Its my mind this is effecting,
How could you be so cold,
Why couldnt you tell me the first time,
Instead of playing me along,
Instead of messing with my life,
Knowing i wouldnt make it on my own.
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