april 29th, 2001 / twelve oh seven am

words spoken
so harsh to your name
and i made the mistake
of not thinking who i was hurting

it was a crime of passion
a crime of pleasure
to standards which no one could measure

like a star blazing across the sky
it came with no warning
and much like that same star
it ended in a way it should not have.

-and i still remember, our time, together
and i sometimes wonder, if things could be different
for us
different for us

time heals all wounds
but the words are not forgotten
time heals all wounds
but time has not forgotten

so we say goodbye
and we go off on our own ways
you back to him
me to myself
and words have been spoken.
and apologies been made

but time has not gorgotten.

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