Left Behind

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  • Friendship

    Left Behind


    Silence feels the air since we no longer speak,
    I sit and think every day, week after week.
    How could two people who were so close seem like strangers?
    Thats just life, it brings changes, surprises, and dangers.
    If nothing were ever said or overstated,
    Maybe we wouldnt seem so overrated.
    Our so called friendship meant the world to me,
    friends for life, partners in crime, we always said we'd be.
    I'm sorry I couldnt live up to your expectations,
    But you were just too busy with your other relations.
    Memories are all that is left for our minds....
    Now we're both lonely again, LEFT BEHIND.

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    Tony5880 commented on Left Behind

    10-20-2013

    I like your originality Its poetry in motion thanks for the write!

    poetheart87 commented on Left Behind

    11-20-2009

    This is real. Truly heart felt and heartrending. I love it. You're a wonderful writer. keep on writing

    laydbak1 commented on Left Behind

    06-25-2009

    I like your rendition of the story of the security and beauty of familiarity, turning into apathy and inevitably, loss... Well said..

    orsonav commented on Left Behind

    06-19-2009

    This is a strong poem expressing the act of having to live up to someone else's expectatons. Overall the is a great piece of writing.

    wildpendigus commented on Left Behind

    06-15-2009

    I this is a good poem and could be used as lyrics in a song about your life experiences and I think would be a nice easy listening tune, with the right music and production could be very very nice! grecowong@yahoo.com

    EasilyBroken

    06/29/2009

    thank you! you really think so?

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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