by | Apr 16, 2015 | Poetry | 0 comments

He packed his bag,and was to leave, I love another, he had said, and she means the world to me. I watched him as he drove away, no tears were shed by me. At last i had my freedom back, to do just as i pleased. Another woman has him now. I’m glad he’s not with me


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