The ink from my pen
has run dry
unlike the tears over you
that I cry.
I’ve used up all the words
I could write
now the time has come to
say goodnight.
For tomorrow I must consign
you to the past
even though I know these
feelings want to last.
The only way for me to move on
is to set you free,
to close that door in my mind
and turn the key.
I absolutely LOVE old keys!
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