Title: Allister leaves when the girl says to stay
by Sophie from Dorset | in writing, poetry
All the time I wasted
Thinking about yesterday
I never even noticed
That we were past our heyday
I didn't think about tomorrow
Or the path we were going down
Or the crease between your eyebrows
A single, subtle frown
Don't ever get too far from me
I don't want to have to see you leave
Again
Yes, it has an odd title. That's because it doesn't really have one, but I used this poem in my attempt at a book. The title really says it all.
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