Who She Was

March 7, 2011
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I miss who she was, but not who she is
I watched as her halo faded away.

Cost like a chance and I knew I would miss
All the words I had wanted to say.

Her hair in the wind, her dress in the sun.
Memories haunt me and so do those days
Her eyes filled with soul had left me with none.
Now I am slowly eroding away.

So should I proceed or stay all alone?

The thought has become just too much to bare.
Should I recede to the depths of my home?
The thought has become just too much to share.

My heart's broken but not beyond repair
Now I move from my feelings of despair.

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l.iney said...
Mar. 19, 2011 at 3:15 pm

This is incredible and i can sense the emotion in it as I read

ps read, rate, and comment on some of my stuff please


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