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Portland Grace
Poems
Jun 2011
Too late for realizations.
I cannot speak
Your name.
I cannot hear
Your voice.
The sight of you
makes me heart
drop.
And the sight of you,
with her,
makes my heart
drop
even
further.
So why, first love, tell me.
is it, that
I still play
all the songs
that I know,
will remind me,
of
you.
Tell me, first love, why,
when my dreams,
stray,
to you,
I awake,
happy.
And my day,
enhanced?
First love,
it is not fair,
to say,
you broke
my
heart.
Getting over
you, is
a choice.
A choice,
that I am
not ready
to make.
Because
all
this
time
a p a r t ,
has made me
realize,
the truth.
That I am nothing without,
you.
But it's too late.
Right?
Written by
Portland Grace
23/F
(23/F)
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