untiltled poetry

February 16, 2010
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The days go by
Every minute I wanna cry.
Its not fair.
All I think about it you
My days are lonely
My nights are cold
It seems my memories are fading
I miss you
Please come home.

My dreams seem to be black
My sun is now rain
My hearts not a heart
Alls I feel is pain.

The waves are crashing up ashore
And as I question why you left for?
God comes down and tells me
There must be a reason that’s for.

Season after season
Nothing is the same now.
Everything is drying up.
Along with every ounce of who I am.
And all my dignity of who I want to become

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