You have done
so well,
Left dear old
me.
Change of
hearts, I can tell.
It’s your
fault, can’t you see?
So why even
bother
To ask if we
can talk?
Why would you
cry a river
If away from
me you want to walk?
Didn’t you
want to end this?
Didn’t you
hear me pleading?
Is this not
to you a bliss?
Away from the
endless nagging.
So don’t you
dare cry over spilt milk.
Nor cry for a
lost lover
Don’t you
lose yourself on brink.
Don’t you
ever suffer.
||iwantjo||
