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By davey moore Submitted by davey Date: 2003 Jun 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.01.13.50.28054]] |
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I turned the knot for the slip of the noose, Thirteen around, Then I tied five feet of rope to the tree branch, Eight feet off the ground. I climbed upon an old wooden stool, Placed my head in the noose. Just as I started to kick away, I thought of you. I didn't cower, but decided, This act should not succeed, What a final answer I was about to give, To the question of you and me. The answer is I must let you be you, Not what I wish you'd be, Though love you I do, You have the right not to love me. Romantic love is sweet pleasure, And surely a sweet reward, It has always been the treasure, All hearts keep searching for. But life is made of wants and needs, Which all cannot be fulfilled, And there's no chance to have love, That is not of one's freewill. So instead of taking away myself, I'll just get out of the way, Accept the things I can't change, Live life with a smile everyday. Robin, I accept your decision to find yourself, Be who you need to be, I won't interrupt the process, You won't be troubled with me. Time passes, things change, Hearts always have to find their own way, I do want to thank you for all the smiles, And happy times to me you gave. Good fortune to you in all things, I wish you much happiness, Of all the good parts in life I've known, Robin you are still best. |