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my love for you was great
it was like a grape
our love was not like lime
it was like the sweet taste of wine
your like the one rose that is different
but still you were beautiful and fregrent
you might of wore black and not as bright in color
but i liked you to the marrow
i liked you cuase you were different and nice
not others which treated me like dice
out the whole day you were my favorite part
and i wished we would never depart
(still part of poem)
we have gone through happy days
and always happy looking at waves
we would always look at the sky
and looked at the stars that thought they were fried
never thinking what would happen next
and we would never stop thinking of each other for a sec......
today is a sad day
i wanted you to stay
but you found antother
you siad he was like no other
my heart was broken
i realized you you werent joken
so i ask of you for one thing
just one last kissing
and you nodded and started walking
our last day was sad
i talked to my grandad
he told me "the're others"
i told him "but she was like no other"
my last memory of her she was leaving
while she was walking i was weeping
sad for not seeing her i grabbed a gun
with out her i was like a dead someone
when i almost pulled the trigger and angel appeared
she was sitting at the edge of the pier
she told me i should try to forget her tomarow
but i couldnt,the she re-appeared and told me "then your days shall be full of sorrow........
by wierdemokid69
- by Emo Dullahan |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/21/2009 |
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- Title: my love for you was great
- Artist: Emo Dullahan
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my love for you was great
it was like a grape
our love was not like lime
it was like the sweet taste of wine
your like th - Date: 08/21/2009
- Tags: love great
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- wildflower2828 - 08/23/2009
- I loved it. Your poem was full of depth and sorrow. I could every single emotion. I can relate. I loved him and he loved me. Then came that day I knew would come. He spotted someone else. He liked the way she looked, but he judged by a cover of a book.
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