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I once had it all, Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. I once stood tall, Unaware that I was marking my own fall, Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. My fate was ringing and I ran too fast to answer the call, Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. I'm not a verbal person, But just hear me out, It's not you, I'm the reason I had doubts. Now let's make this clear, It was a nice love affair That ended too soon But I'm the one to blame for its sudden fall Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. What can I do, I don't deserve you, But I don't know what to say, But if I may, Will you please stay? Ugh, I'm sorry My feelings are a brick wall Writing this poem is like understanding a brick wall Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. I once had it all, Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. I once stood tall, Unaware that I was marking my own fall, Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. My fate was ringing and I ran too fast to answer the call, Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all.                                                                                            Jonesy © 2017
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 1:16 AM UTC
Memories
I once had it all, Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. I once stood tall, Unaware that I was marking my own fall, Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. My fate was ringing and I ran too fast to answer the call, Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. I'm not a verbal person, But just hear me out, It's not you, I'm the reason I had doubts. Now let's make this clear, It was a nice love affair That ended too soon But I'm the one to blame for its sudden fall Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. What can I do, I don't deserve you, But I don't know what to say, But if I may, Will you please stay? Ugh, I'm sorry My feelings are a brick wall Writing this poem is like understanding a brick wall Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. I once had it all, Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. I once stood tall, Unaware that I was marking my own fall, Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all. My fate was ringing and I ran too fast to answer the call, Now I get to suffer from the memories of it all.                                                                                            Jonesy © 2017
From the collection of Life Stories: Memories
#lifestories#lifeisbutadream#heartbreak#love#memories#relationships
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 1:16 AM UTC
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