Forget him they say
It's easier said than done
Getting him out my mind
Needs a bullet and a gun
The tears of hatred fall
The desire of love fades
I gave my everything
Now it's in past love graves
He cried time and time
But never did he try
To begin to live his life
Preferred to live a lie
He subjected himself
To a perpetual torture
He induced this by himself
His own mind the haunter
I have to walk away
So with a parting kiss
I wear his hurtful scars
Knowing to stay out of this
©Kim Brown 28th August 2012
First written Feb 1995
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