It was just not meant to be,
Our meetings of the minds were not true.
You are just not the woman I want to see,
I did not know what else I should do.
The thought of leaving makes me ill,
So instead, as always, I remained silent.
For this angst, this malaise, there is no pill
And yet, you simply would not relent.
I must go away, I bid you farewell, adieu.
I could not ever see myself in love with you.

04/23/2009

Posted on 06/03/2009
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