I'm throwing us away
savor the taste
of my sweet surrender,
I give in-
you win...
No more fighting
for what can't be,
fate tore us apart
and apart we shall be-
our futures are led
down separate paths
and I can no longer
look into the eyes
of a man
that I only once loved.
A contest entry
- Almost Perfect by Kaleidoscopeyes.
800 points, ended December 14, 2007, 9 entries
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