I've got to kill it.
Can't keep my heart in this lie.
So sick of holding on to a love that just wont die.
Sick of seeing signs, and ignoring them.
It hurts to know what he can't see.
I'm sick of reading loving words, when no ones loving me.
And I have no one else to blame.
I wont let anyone near.
The minute I do this "love" for him, seems to interfere.
But I can't let it anymore.
I think I've found a keeper.
So God, please let this old love die... So new love can go deeper.
Re: Old Love
the hardest choices are some times the
best , because of the things you let go
of to make yourlife better , this poem really
shows that to move on letting go of the past
forget whats there name and live in the here and
now whereyourloved andyou can give your love
to somone who actualy wants it