Getting Rid of You

Getting rid of the last of the nights that has fallen
whispered every kiss on my ears
getting rid of you from my system but cannot
whispered every agony in my secret garden

Words never left your words for hurting
Never did you realize the value of fraternity
Words that never crossed your mind that it can hurt
Never did you say anything that was pleasant to me

Still forcing myself to get rid of you
whispered every cry away from you
never realizing that I gave up my pride
words that made me gave up from the start.

2-16-97
5:09 a.m.
The last straw that tore apart my back

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