How bout a glass of water
I can only offer you that
For anything more
Will drown me back
Into the past
Where I can't deny
There was a history
Of you and I
So please take a seat
Sit down and let's talk
About how I need to move on
I'm gonna walk the walk
That there won't be anything
more of you and I
And it's time to let go
But I won't say goodbye
It's time for you to realize
All the lies and all the truth
That maybe I will go with someone else
But baby I don't know who
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I want to talk to you but I can't bring myself to it
-A
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Rainy Days
Poetry// Komorebi // (n) sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees in a forest
