Don't write, don't speak, don't hear.
Not a word, not a line, not a talk.
Don't think, don't look, don't fear.
Not a move, not a step, as a rock.
Love hurts, heart aches, smile's bitter, hand shakes
What to do? Where to go? What's new?
What I don't need anymore is you.
Rhyme
© Copyright: Step-Child, 2004
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