As I sit alone,
in the floor of my room,
I bring out my CD player.
You wrote the song
Just for me
before you died.
You put it on a disc,
just for me to listen to,
and then you went away for good,
never to be seen again.
They declared
you dead,
before I could even go to say goodbye.
That's why I'm hurting
in this room,
I never even got
to meet you.
This song
was supposed to signal
your lvoe to me,
but how do I really know
you loved me with only a song?
I listen to it
over
and
over
and
over.
It will never change
a thing.
Author notes
op. 1, Linda. plus, this is a really crappy poem. i hate it.
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the poem is not as bad as u think. it is actually kinda good and really moving.
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this isn't a bad poem at all. I like the centralized theme, very sad...very sad indeed. True that the song won't change a thing. I have this problem, except all I have left of her is pictures and old belongings. Anyways, good job : ]
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oh. thats so sad.
and thanks.
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my pleasure♥
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Its not that bad! I like it. great capturing of my picture! I think it's pretty good!
Well done!
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welcome. it was also partially inspired by a book i recently read, This Lullaby, by Sarah Dessen. its a REALLY good book. you should try reading it.
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