Friday, September 20, 2013

Stories of the past

You never knew
About my present
Do you realize that?
You only knew
Of my long ago past
Do you realize that?
For some reason
Even I don't know
I left you in the dark
I chose what stories
I should tell you
You thought you knew it all
But that's okay
It wouldn't have mattered
The story telling soon stopped
You left, then I left
We both left
But we left each other

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