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| I lye awake at night waiting for the sun to shine.. I still feel you next to me.. Your lips on me, with out a warning. You made our love a lie, You said you were sorry, But, you never told my why? Maybe my love is in vain??? Maybe you're the hurting kind??? I can't take no more of this pain.. I've got to get you off my mind.. Tried to be what you wanted. I gave you all I had. You left me with nothing...Nothing but a photograph. |
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| Page 7 of art and poems |
| Your love has drifted like the sands that are swept away with the wind not knowing where or when you shall land and take up root like the crystalized gem stone that has taken form and and stability in the enless battle of life. |
| Why is it that we never talk any more? In the past that is all we ever did, we were best freinds, now all we do is fight and talk bad to each other to our freinds. I want my freind back and the laughter we shared together, you were and still our the fruit and light of my life. |
| The bright setting of the sun has inspired the melting ungentle darken trees that are pretired by the rough whitten waves that in their own echo of darkness are fighting the settting of the sun, as in and always in tradtion,which have and which will always fight the changes of good things to the bad. |
| The lost memories of what used to be, linger in my most vast memorie of you, all I can do is look at the photo, you were the past that could never be forgotton. The best thing that you had ever given me was the gift of life. |