Gone

March 14, 2008
By Taylor Gray, Minden, NV

I want him gone,
I want him far,
To dimmer like
A shooting star.

I don't want
To love him anymore.
The pain I feel,
The way I adore.

Why does it
Have to be this way?
He comes too close,
I push him away.

I wish he'd
Disappear from earth,
Maybe then,
My life'd feel worth.


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