(July 7th 1988 / Lima, Ohio)

Dark Nights

Dying Romantic says:
I walk these streets all alone,
the sound of your voice still ringing on my phone.
You just couldn't leave our past behind,
why must I be the one that's always kind?
Your face haunts my nightmares,
and you always leave me something on the stairs.
I burn it with glee,
and yet you send more to pester me.
This heart can't take any more abuse,
so let me cut you loose.
This is goodbye...
-Dying Romantic

July 20th 2006

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This is very sad, reading this poem makes me think of someone *tear tear* Anyhoo i really enjoyed reading it, it was deep and flowed great. Well done.
I really loved that poem...it was so good and i almost cried when i read it