you always thought there would be no end
that like the willow, I would always bend
but there comes a point, like it did for me
when you've had enough and have to leave
like your favorite jeans that have started to fray
you remember my eyes but my scent now fades
when you think there's no where that I'm gonna go
I've paid the piper for all that I owed
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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