Let Me Go For Old Time's Sake

Hush my dear

Shed no tear

Keep it all inside

 

Turn your head

As I go to bed

And utter not a sound

 

Love has no respect for me

Waste not your devout sympathy

On a such a lowly being

 

Please embrace another

And forget the other

To preserve my dignity

 

Goodnight my friend

Steadfast until the end

I need to be a memory

 

When we lock eyes tomorrow

And your hear fills with sorrow

Forget that this creature is no longer me

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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