Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2010
No matter how many friends I have,
Or how much advise that I hear,
At the end of the race,
It is I who must face,
The fact that you're no longer here.

Many mistakes I am sure I did make,
For I am not perfect you see.
Neither were you,
So all I could do,
Is let you walk away from me.

I 0ffered you all that I had to give,
Gave you all of my best.
It was not enough,
So I let you go,
GOD will take care of the rest.
deanena tierney
Written by
deanena tierney  47/F
(47/F)   
943
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems