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We can finally say, goodbye.
Contributed by
Wyatt90
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Saturday, 14th April 2012 @ 12:04:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Things didn't work out and I apologize.
I won’t patronize you, but that’s when our love was in full swing.
The last score of the poem I wrote, for the girl I so adored and I only wanted more.
I was so lonely, you were the one that made my heart pause and it truly was for a good cause. You changed me, rearranged my feelings. I was no longer the bad guy, I could finally cry. You took the ice away, I’m in so much pain now but I’d do the same thing twice. You were the only thing on my brain; I couldn’t contain or explain these feelings I pertained. I told my story and some say you’re the bane of my existence, and you’ll only put me in pain. I disagree with all of the above, you were my one true love my dove. Even though you were so hard to get a hold of, you were always in my heart giving me the love to survive. My love for you will always thrive. Just one question, I won’t even cry. My one and only question is why?
Why did our love die? With our love died my heart, the pain is tearing me apart. So please tell me why.
And then we can finally say goodbye.
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Wyatt90
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2012-04-14 00:04:15] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: We can finally say, goodbye.
(User Rating: 1 ) by thehotshotpoet on
Saturday, 14th April 2012 @ 08:32:05 AM AEST (User
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very good,very inspiring thanks for sharing
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Re: We can finally say, goodbye.
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Saturday, 14th April 2012 @ 08:54:12 PM AEST (User
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Welcome to YPDC.
Sad but great writing.
Blessings,
emy |
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