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Feb 2011
Why did you leave me, were you afraid you didnʼt please me?
why were you taken from me, why wasnʼt I able to keep you?
You were everything to me, why were you forced to leave?
I donʼt like where you went, it didnʼt do you any good.
your countless miles away from me, is this all my fault?
I cant explain how much I cry, Iʼm not saying this to make a rhyme, but it makes me
want to die, die like you did.
I felt you were part of me and clearly noone else could see.
You and I should be together, with you there was no stormy weather.
Yes there was, you were scared in bed with me.
You cold nose turned runny, as did mine, we were so scared as the storm made us cry.
Itʼs hard for me to hold back the tears, thinking about when I got home, thinking you
were there. I called your name, checked every single room, my head got dizzy, and
flooded up with thoughts of doom.
When did this happen? Why did I have to be gone. Why on earth couldnʼt I say
goodbye, to the one thing in this gruesome world that actually kept me sane.
Completely gone and out of my mind, some would say insane, thats how I am, without
you here, Iʼm filled with unlimited fear. Increasing apprehension is always tackling my
mind. True meaning as to why you left, is what Iʼm trying to find.
My heart is nearly the lightest shade of blue, some would say clear, just like these
countless shredded tears. As my heart is turning clear, you can see right through it, and
I know all there is to see is you. You fill my heart completely and your pushing others
out. I know I canʼt forget the ones who are alive and still here, but thereʼs days that I
would trade them all for you to come back my dear. They say donʼt let this pain control
my life, but how is that possible, when you were once my life. Were, as in past tense, I
wish it meant present, thatʼs what you were to me, was a brand new shiny present. Iʼve
never wanted anything more in my entire life. Iʼll live those days with you forever and
sacrifice my future. Thatʼs how much you mean to me, darling, dearest, Bernie.
I apologize for the lack of punctuation.
Written by
Mel
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