Close the door, Nov PAD 1

“closing the door” or “turning the page” poem


The Day I Realised I Was Cured

Once you went away with that stupid smile

That I always loved and

With those cheap lies

That I always foolishly forgave

Wearing your old transparent flatteries

That suited every girl

That suited every time;

Once I saw you off and paid your trip


As usual;

The next morning turned into a day

And then into a sleepy afternoon;

And then

I simply realised that I don’t need you

And I have no thought for you.

I was cured finally.

“closing the door” or “turning the page” poem