People change,
and so have you,
I never want to know,
the truth within you.
Your love seemed true,
if I only knew,
that i would end up,
hating you like I do.
I said no,
why can't it be,
just that easy,
for you to see.
I'm tired of this,
I'm sorry to say,
it will never work,
it'll never be the same.
So pack up your bags,
and walk out that door,
please don't make me,
suffer anymore.
I know you'll miss me,
but I won't miss you,
so good-bye,
and please never return.
this poem of mine is unique because it's about a friend that hurt me many times but this time I just can't forgive them.. and I'm sure that I'm not the only weird one out there, haha, I prefer to Lear from other's telling their experiences and storys than hurting myself like that...
people change, it is inevitable but we should learn from things that happen to us i liked your poem i felt it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(Some) people change: others never do. Best never to carry not needed baggage if you want to forget and travel fast. Experience is like a track record. We can look back and see what when wrong. A magician friend of mind had a simple rule when it came to girlfriends. With girls it always seems to be hail and farewell. He always moved on. Never looked back. Best wishes