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Feb 2014
How long will you glue yourself to me?
How long can I even let this be?
How long before you set yourself free?
When will you give it all up?
Do you think you'll ever stop?
I'm tired of playing this game of bunny hop
I'm sick of you playing with my heart
I know forgetting you is just the start
But both of us have to play our parts.
I'd rather watch you walk away and go
I'd rather see, believe, and know
Like a slap in the face,
The truth will hurt.
What's the matter? Can't keep up the pace?
Quicken your steps, catch up!
When I start, I sure don't stop!
To what I started, I'll bring an end
Now there's nothing left to mend
Not a dime left to spend
Not a text left to send
All good things do come to an end.
Written by
Reneeza  New York, U.S.
(New York, U.S.)   
   ---, Kenneth Koch and Traveler
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