Ex

November 10, 2007
By April Bangaysiso, Toronto, ZZ

Different from before
Walking out the door
Hitting me right at the core
Falling to the floor
Floating onto shore

Used to share smores
Assist on when sore
Loved me much more

Now he's gone
Doing so wrong
Killing the beautiful song

I cry
Sigh
Lie
Wish I could fly


To a place unknown

Where you didn't find her
Some other young girl
That you love
That you want
That you need instead of me

Not the ex
Not the L
Not the O-V-E

You are gone

I am here

EX

Equals

ME.


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