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In the dark of the night

My soul became the wound

Open with blood.

I lost count of the

Sleepless nights

Long hours, tears would flood.

The sun would rise

And so would I

Wearing my daytime smile.

How I wanted to be made to

Feel good about myself

All the while.

But we were just young lovers

We didnt understand

Didnt have the maturity

To take each others hand.

To guide each other

And set one another free

To allow the other

To be just what they wanted to be.

Together we forgot to grow

Apart we drifted,

It had to reach a point where

The essence was lifted.

Now it is a struggle

To be away from you

But after we both tried

What else could we do.

Its time to move on

Time to let all the pain go

This doesnt mean the love we held

Was just all show.

Time heals all wounds

Well that is what they say

If I knew how

I would come up with a better way.

But this is it

      This is all

         That is clear

In that you dont even call.

So lets for now say

"Goodbye and good luck, my friend

Lets just think of new beginnings

And not focus on the end.