You didn’t say goodbye
You left me to fall
You didn’t think it through
We could have had it all.
I won’t cry, I won’t crib
I hold my head high
Cause I know in the end
I’m gonna do all right.
I’ve picked myself up
Brushed myself off
And learnt that I am
Made of tougher stuff.
I made my mistakes
Understood my flaws
But figured for myself
I didn’t break no laws.
Your touch, your smell
I’m so happy I’m me
I can live without you
And, finally, I’m free.
2 comments:
Oh it's perfect! i can literally see your spirit doing the twist in this poem!
good job Sharon!
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