i tell her everything
she says nothing
i open up
she shuts down
i ask 'why? '
she says 'why not? '
are we really that different,
on this one way street
were headed the same direction
but we shall both turn different ways
this street could not last forever
no matter what she says
so i tell her that i trust her
and i hope she feels the same
i ask her if shell miss me
if she'll even remember my name
because when this street ends
and we go our seperate ways
we shall both go on living
carrying out our days
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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