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  • Lost Love

    Cry

    I cry everytime I think of it,
    The day you told me your getting a girlfriend.
    I was too late,
    Telling you how I really felt.
    Every time I talk to you,
    I have butterflies.
    I feel so lucky just to talk to you,
    And I'm grateful your my friend.
    What if I had told you earlier,
    Could we have been more than friends.
    I'm mad at myself for being so nervous,
    Why couldn't I just tell you.
    And now it's too late,
    Too late for me.
    I think about you everyday,
    God I miss talking to you.
    Since that day you told me,
    My life has been dark and gray.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    Yoda413’s Poems (22)

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    The Lost One 0
    First love 0
    My Bleeding Soul 0
    Sorry 0
    What Happened 2
    Summer 0
    Why? 2
    Why? 1
    Us 0
    Cheated 0
    Found Him 0
    I Told You 0
    Alone 0
    Already There 1
    Broken Heart 1
    Cry -1
    Breech of Sadness 2
    Broken Roads 0
    Friends 0
    Alive 0
    The Day 1
    My Love 0