I was annoyed, <br />hurt, <br />upset, <br />and said things I now regret. <br />I told her, <br />separate hollidays we 'd spend. <br />When all I wanted <br />was to be with her. <br />I aked again, <br />she hesitates. <br />She doesn't trust me, <br />I don't trust her. <br />At sixteen, <br />perhaps, <br />mothers should vanish, <br />and walk away. <br /> <br />La Finita<br /><br />Laa Finita<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anymore-27/
