I miss everything...
Someone I could rely on,
day or night
No matter what
we'd fix our fights
You were always there
to comfort me and say it'll b ok
but what happens when you're gone?
What happens when forever isn't as long as it used to be?
What happens when I need you,
And there's no one there?
I miss the smell of your cologne
you're soft shirts
the way you were a perfect pillow,
the way time went by so quickly with you
How there never seemed to be enough time
for us to be together.
And now it all just hurts
I'm beginning to get used to the crying
the lonely nights
the lonely days with a painted mask
the way when i fall...I hit rock bottom
without someone to catch me,
without my wings to fly
But it's ok
I'll still be here for you when you need help,
when you don't know what to do,
when you need advice on what to get her,
I'll always catch you,
I'll always be your angel with wings to carry you far
No matter what, you'll always have me,
a piece of my heart... you've already got the key...
So it's ok
do what you think is best,
if you don't want to talk, i'll wait
and when you need someone to listen you'll know where to come.
I don't want pity, but a hug would be nice...
When you're gone... I miss you, and I don't think you'll ever be forgotten....
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great write
Good write great job, great choice of words
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This is a amazingly beautiful poem the way it is written...emotions captured by the soulful words...erupting straight from the heart.
my favourite line:
"I'll always be your angel with wings to carry you far"
thank you for creating a beautiful write...I really enjoyed it...thank you -
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thank you for the comment I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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good
wow this is realy good the whole thing is great -
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thank you so much for you're comment. I'm glad you liked it.
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Good stuff!
To me, I thought I could sniff the pains of teenage lust/love in this poem! If it's a true reflection on what was your situation back then, maybe it's some sort of consolation (and I hope you've realised) that guys aren't worth being all depressed and lonely and sobby over. At the end of the day, we do exactly the same, but aren't as good at expressing ourselves, so we turn into idiots with pent up emotions and end up fighting lol.
But, I did like this, hope you've written some more poetry since this one was online, writers block sucks I know.....I had it for about a year and a half lol. This is very heart-wrenching but also unmissable in the heart, where it makes you put yourself in that position. Very nice!
Love
Mike/Michael
xxxxx
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