Breaking up with her

Breaking up with her short poem

It was a hush

It was a rush

I didn’t know

Till I felt the crush

They told me it was crazy

And that she could never be

The right for me

So, I told her, then I said sorry

Sorry for the things I ever said

‘Sorry if I was the reason that made

Your eyes waste some tears’

She was shocked, she said ‘please

Look me in the eye

Tell me it was a drive by

Tell me you don’t love me

And that there is someone who doesn’t look like me

Or just tell me I’m not the one for you

Love you and treat you the way you’re suppose to

Just tell me that and you’ll never

See me later, tomorrow, or ever

Even if I can’t forget our past together..’

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semih bilgiç

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