Facts
some dreams do not come true
no problem about that
promises are made to be broken
not new to me really
some friends are not really friends
but enemies in disguise
i am learning about this fact
some loves are meant for lust
i am used to these
some moments are better used for silence
i love these
some lives simply become wasted
i am not surprised
some people just want to survive
live a life they choose
and cease the evil of comparisons
i begin this now
i dismiss my view on a love so true
it is not really late
for now i am moving on, just moving on
even without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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