I better see my name when the credits roll.
You can’t write me out of the story of your life;
For we had some good times, but now it’s over.
Yes I know you say now you thought we’d be lovers all of our lives
But remember it was you that said it was time for moving on.
But, yet it was me that has found some happiness, with someone new.
So it’s too late now for you to say that leaving was a mistake.
But don’t let the tears make you write me out of the story of your life.
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Made of sticks and stones 
Absolutely love this poem.
Gwen.
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