All the times we’d shared…
All the games we’d play.
They left me so unprepared,
For what you had to say.
When you told me you were leaving,
I thought that I might have died.
So many times I’ve told myself I was dreaming,
But I knew it was a lie.
So painfully my heart is breaking,
So many tears I have cried.
And although my soul is aching,
I know I have to say goodbye.
For all the good times shared,
For all the joy portrayed,
However unprepared,
To you, thanks is all I can say.
















Comments
I know how you feel, and that was a very lovely poem!
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The reason a dog is such a comfort when you're downcast is because he doesn't ask to know why.
I pick my nose
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"I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales." - August Rush
The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.
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"I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales." - August Rush
The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.
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"I believe in music the way that some people believe in fairy tales." - August Rush
The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.
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The reason a dog is such a comfort when you're downcast is because he doesn't ask to know why.
I pick my nose
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Natahaniel... I miss you more than words can explain.
"Just because I'm a girl....doesn't mean I'm a lady" my personal quote. it suits me perfectly!
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