One Last Time

• Naomi Ladlow, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2007

I sit alone, lost in what to believe,
As the sun hits the day,
Re-runs play in my head,
Was it meant to end put this way?
Is this really love,
Or something perceived to be what it's not,
If I told you this was killing me,
Would you please stop?
Look into my eyes,
Can you see the hurt in my face?
My wings have broke,
Watch me as I fall from grace.
As our eyes meet for this one last time,
I realise what I need to leave behind,
As our eyes meet for this one last time,
I can't get rid of past thoughts in my mind.