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Feb 2013
The days pass like weeks.
The minutes like snow,
Freezing cold.
Time just wouldn't pass.
I looked in your eyes,
And was taken by surprise
When I got lost
And couldn't find my way home.
You said
"Thought is just a concept, and that's where we're at now. Just take my hand."
We left.
We've grown apart,
These few years.
We'll never look back,
Or shed a single tear.
I use to like you,
But love is such a strong word.
Let's throw it in the fire,
And watch it burn.
I'm sorry but we can't go on.
This is the end of our rope.
Time to be gone.
Love is so strong.
It's not what was ours.
A short summer fling
Is all you'll ever mean to me.
Years have passed.
The days like weeks.
The seasons have changed,
And so have we.
I still have the letters you wrote,
and pictures you've sent.
In a box on the top shelf,
Where they are meant.
I burned the love.
Shattered all hope.
Things have changed,
And that's how they'll stay.
The little good,
We can at least say;
"Our summer's occupied."
But that's all
That remained.
We'll think
"What if?"
But things can't be changed.
You don't mean a thing to me,
And that's how it'll stay.
I said,
You don't mean a thing to me,
And that's how it will stay.
Chelsea Hopkins
Written by
Chelsea Hopkins  Dayton, Ohio
(Dayton, Ohio)   
   Rosaline Moray
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