Move On
I finally can write,
I finally can draw,
I'm so glad that,
I'm finally through with it all.
I can be free,
I can be me.
I can be myself,
And nobody else.
No matter what I thought,
I was mistaken,
Because of some rare occasion,
That occurred I was taken.
Of all the things I'd like to do,
I'm so glad I'm through with you,
But I still want you as a friend,
And that friendship,
Not to break or bend.
And I will go on,
And seek it through,
So don't wait for me,
Like I won't you.
It's over,
And I'm glad,
But it seems,
You're still sad.
But now I feel,
Like I can do,
Anything real,
So good luck to you.
Find another girl,
To change your open world,
Although right now I'm free,
I only want to be me.
The first love can never last,
Because you have to learn from your past,
And move on,
Just move on.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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