A poem about moving onto new things.
A love game is what you play
Like somehow my heart is going
To stay
True to only you
Even with all the games
You put it through
My heart is fragile
Yet I shall remain kind
But this heart is not yours
Or Mine
It belongs to my true love
The softest and gentlest dove
Who leads me to my next
Destination
Because you see for me
This is my graduation
But don’t fret that
You have been left behind
For the lessons you have not learned
Will manifest in due time
As for me
I am just simply grateful to be free
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