I sit here gazing at the stars
wondering if those times will ever come again.
The times I could feel you with my bare hands;
those times I could look you in the eye
I wish I had said something then,
just anything
because now you have become a tale;
an emblem of non-existence;
a slice of the past.
I sit here day-dreaming
wishing those times were here again.
Those good times that swiftly went away
and left an undying bitterness of you.
I sit here at the sidewalk
watching you pass by.
Everyday I see you, together
unreachable, taken.
I left love for duty,
for honor.
A sordid way to end a morbid life.
A contest entry
- Would You Love Me Still? by MichaelSavage.
700 points, ended February 20, 21 entries
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Comments
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Nice poem but not exactly what I wanted..Thanks
Michael -
I agree with you. That would be a terrible way to end a life. Remember this though -
"Whenever a door shuts, another one always opens up". Sometimes it might take time but just hang in there.
Kari
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my unnamed one.
for the one you know you are....
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