You Poem by martine boucher

You



i always thought the being with you ment not having to deal with you cheating. i was wrong. you did, twice, you cheated, twice, im still running for you. im still stopping everywear to see if your there. i run, run, run, fall tripp and died.

Sunday, January 3, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: running
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