The Purple Storm!
It has all been written.
It has all been said.
Why write or say it?
Again and again.
The words that created a storm
Keeps playing, for I can hear it.
As if, it is being said again and again.
Why fight?
Our relationship has to end?
Why go through it all over again?
Yet, I keep hearing it, again and again.
Do not call me, not ever again.
Do not write me, this has to end.
I am not your lover, but I was a friend?
Why push me away, say it again and again?
Rejection is not easy to deal with.
A painful way for a relationship to end.
Do not call or ever write me again.
Are not words that should be said
By any one that was ever a friend.
Another work of art.
It has all been said.
Why write or say it?
Again and again.
The words that created a storm
Keeps playing, for I can hear it.
As if, it is being said again and again.
Why fight?
Our relationship has to end?
Why go through it all over again?
Yet, I keep hearing it, again and again.
Do not call me, not ever again.
Do not write me, this has to end.
I am not your lover, but I was a friend?
Why push me away, say it again and again?
Rejection is not easy to deal with.
A painful way for a relationship to end.
Do not call or ever write me again.
Are not words that should be said
By any one that was ever a friend.
Another work of art.
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