Let Me Go For Old Time's Sake
Hush my dear
Shed no tear
Keep it all inside
Turn your head
As I go to bed
And utter not a sound
Love has no respect for me
Waste not your devout sympathy
On a such a lowly being
Please embrace another
And forget the other
To preserve my dignity
Goodnight my friend
Steadfast until the end
I need to be a memory
When we lock eyes tomorrow
And your hear fills with sorrow
Forget that this creature is no longer me
This poem is about:
Me
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