May 2014
This isn't even a real poem
More just a goodbye
Bye my sweetheart, my angel, my love
You were the image of perfection
my perfect little angel
and now I am over you
I burned all my feelings in that flame
every single memory is now in ashes
and I am over you, I don't feel the same
For the first time I am happy now,
for the first time since you said goodbye.
I am over you, you have him
I am making you choose him over me
but I will never stop loving you
and you will always be my perfect little angel.
Just one to whom, I've said goodbye.
More just a goodbye
Bye my sweetheart, my angel, my love
You were the image of perfection
my perfect little angel
and now I am over you
I burned all my feelings in that flame
every single memory is now in ashes
and I am over you, I don't feel the same
For the first time I am happy now,
for the first time since you said goodbye.
I am over you, you have him
I am making you choose him over me
but I will never stop loving you
and you will always be my perfect little angel.
Just one to whom, I've said goodbye.
For her, she knows who she is, and if she reads this, I am keeping all my promises, you are still my perfect little angel and I still love you. But I'm over you too. You have him and I have moved on. That fire took the pain away. So goodbye, goodbye until we see each other again.
