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By B.K. Date: 2015 Jul 11 Comment on this Work [[2015.07.11.16.30.24979]] |
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The most painful thing is losing yourself In the process of loving someone too much Forgetting that you are special too Ernest Hemingway I loved you too much Tried too hard to impress you You took it for granted Bumped me like it was nothing Then out of the blue You suddenly figured out It was not just you It is something you will not let go of How can I miss you if you won't go away Famous words of a song I wish I had written So true so you Now that it is still you that I write about I am worried that my mind is lost To the non illusion I created Neither of us will ever measure up to it Even more reason to stop stubbing my toe Kick it back to my great imagination To keep writing just as I please Screw you (But then you would like that too much) And what would I have for aggravation ©bk eleventh of July twenty fifteen |