// Gretchen (goodnightangel) wrote, @ 2004-08-17 10:10:00

Current mood:	still happy
Current music:	brand new // seventy times 7

I wrote a poem..
sorry dear // gretchen michelle


Sorry dear, I've kissed his lips and they've promised me healing. You never promised me anything, other than a shattered ego and a broken heart. I'm not up for your games today. It's boys like you that make me think I'm better off.. And I'm better off, when I'm with him.. But when it comes to you, I might as well be 6 feet under. I can't expect you to understand.. You never worry about anyone other than yourself anyways. So, with that said I'm saying goodbye as I move on down this road hand in hand, with him.

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