Getting Over It Poem by James Comerford
Getting Over It
Pick yourself up why dont you?
Better to love and lost, than to never have loved at all!
I read that somewhere
not sure where
not sure i actually care
I just know i read it!
The tears still roll down my cheeks!
My heart still misses a beat
At the thought of the sound of your rythmic footsteps
clip clopping to the place we would often meet
Oh well its about time
I was getting over it
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