Wednesday, July 30, 2014

My second love, goodbye.

There where not much differences between my first and my second love,
Beginning to end, it seems like almost everything was planned,
Accept for this one little tiny difference,
He looked at me three times when he walked away,
The first time he would look once he was at the end of the driveway,
The second time he would smile with his eyes,
I was still looking even after goodbye,
Even when he had passed the second house of the street,
And the third, the last time,
He would laugh out loud and I would blow him one last kiss,
There just before the street that has and dead end,
Yet we never had a dead end,
Our end was just like our goodbye's,
Never the last one,
Three more strikes to go,
Laughs and kisses still on the horizon,
So go on, say goodbye,
Give me one last wave,
Before goodbye comes back around...












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