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This will be my last time to spend with him....
I really don't want this last visit since my attitude will be pretty grim.

I will try my hardest to be as sweet as I can ...
But he will probably lie and **** me off and there goes thst plan ....

I hope to have a nice time and just know it has to end.....
I can't anymore act like I love him... I hate to have to pretend...

There is only one man for me....
And unfortunately you aren't he !!
time at times
gets the best of me

time can be
friend or enemy

we sometimes treat time
like some dreaded disease

while hoping that time
for us never leaves

the passing of time
is both hated and like

we all wait for time
to give the final ride

too soon comes the time
to say our goodbyes

as we watch time fly
in the blink of an eye
He knows the smell of rain
He asks what color is the rain?
The wind blows
And he smiles
He knows the smell of spring
He asks what color is the spring?
A bird chirps
He smiles

He walks home
Wondering the color of the world
And he smiles
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