I scrawled my love in notebooks,
in lines i thought were true.
But now the ink lies meaningless
just a pattern made of blue.
The footprints that i wrote of,
graffiti'd on my heart
have washed away in times soft rain
now barely leave a mark.
So now if dark clouds loom
you'll have to walk alone.
I no longer stand beside you
as each other we've outgrown.
Now the lines I once wrote for you,
the words remain the same.
But it seems sentiments are transient,
Love blossomed to mild disdain.
Goodbye to you dear friend,
I thought would last forever
how wrong I was to think it true
when you told me "I love you"....
Ricky Glew
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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