Seperate Ways

November 2, 2010
By Anonymous

A cool ocean breeze
A kiss on the cheeck
A breath of fresh air
A night in Paris

You remind me of the things I miss
The things I want
The things I yearn for

You are my everything
but to you I am nothing

Why don't you see me
Standing here like I do

Why don't you watch me
while I struggle to look away

Why aren't you mine
Why are you hers

Why do we go our seperate ways?

The author's comments:
I hope everyone feels the simplicity of the words but that they also feel the same pain that I feel.

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