Moving On

I have a feeling things are looking better

I stopped thinking about that stupid letter

Me doing me

You doing you

Lets me know that we’re really through

A kiss on the lips

A swing in your hips

The way our hands fit

Keep us out of the pit

That’s covered in dark

Because we’ve embarked

onto a new trip

A perfect fit.

So why are we talking

Instead we should be walking

Away from each other

Yet, we constantly hover

In each other lives

Throwing sharp knives.

together they clash

Decisions are rash.

In order to improve

Together we have to move

Away from one another

So that we don’t bother

Each others hearts

As out paths part

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