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Aug 2010
It's finally over
There's nothing left for us here
The well is all dried up
No need to shed a single tear

It's time to move on
Just pack your bags and go away
I have never seen
Such a brighter day

The day you left
Was the day I was right
I didn't need you anymore
It was never worth the fight

Words were thrown
Around in the hallway
I thought
There was nothing left to say

I was wrong

There was much more
Than meets the eye
The lies, decit
The selfish goodbyes

I could never stand you
After you changed
Your mind was twisted
Mentally deranged

You are not
The person I fell for
I don't even want to look at you
There's too much on the floor

It time to sweep it
Right under the rug
Forget about you
All those selfish hugs

So here it is
I have never decided
To dedicate a poem
To you, the divided

Here it is
My last and final wave
Hopefully the waves take you under
And wash you a million miles away
©Bruno Joseph Orsi       August 12, 2010
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