Goodbye love 13

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    Goodbye love 13

      For no particular reason or rhyme, The love was not there, your heart was not mine. Always in this life the right guy at the wrong time, All I wanted was to make you mine. To take away the hurt and help in the struggle, To endure in this life and love one another But its not my choice and not by plan, That you love me to death, but I’m not your man. You torn soul, lived in my essence of love, The time we spent , is a blessing from above Hold on to your spirit that once was lost, You gave and he took, and my heart paid the cost But to see you happy is all that I’m stressing I learn in this life study hard the lessons To find love, true love, is one of HIS blessings So now I let go to what could have been Goodbye wife and kids, but hello to my friend. I’ll pray for your journey that you both do make it, Its gonna be hard, please don’t mistake it But now its time for us to part So you find your way and make a fresh start To see what could happen, in being with he The last of my love, the ending of me Your heart is his, and I’m just your friend My job is done, why? I made you believe in love once again

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    poetheart87 commented on Goodbye love 13

    08-14-2010

    Ah...sweet lover, your words make me weep. There is no sorrow like that of a love gone and lost. Your pain in your words makes me weep for you, and I wish for you to find someone to love so sweetly as spoken in your words here. Keep on writing.

    BrooklynsOwn

    08/17/2010

    Thank you for your kind words, I don't know what my future holds, and if I'll be ready. Writing helps, and I'll keep on going, but my heart and love, are just too, far apart right now, and I find myself wondering if, they will ever find their way home..

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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