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Good-Bye Love Go away and leave me please.
What used to be is a disease.
There are no polite words to say.
(I think I faked it, anyway.)
What I thought I'd felt has passed so quick.
When I think of you, I want to be sick.
Thought there was something deep inside.
Said I loved you, but I lied.
Toni, Another great one. Short and sweet. Everyword seems very important here. "Disease," unfortunately, is a very real part of many of our lives. I think we all just have to go through a couple of these as a rite of passage or something. This is definitely my kind of poem...("I think I faked it, anyway."!!) You have a great sense of humor. You have a talent for last lines, though, and this one is certainly up to your standard. Truly, Briana
I wonder why feelings turn so evil when you're not with in love with someone anyways. Everything you shared, you try to deny by saying it wasn't really anyway. Sorry that you are hurting right now. good poem by the way. carrie.
you go girl! great poem I'm feeling that (word is born).