People always leave...
I remember when we used to sit by the creek
We promised that we would always have each other
But then you disappeared
Like the sun in the fog
The promises were forgotten
Leaving me, abandoned
In this place called Despair
Where all that I could think of was you
Lingering in my memory
The sound of your voice ringing in my ear
And I feel the pain all over again
I wonder why they leave
People always leave...
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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| Sunset | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
| Insomnia | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| His Goddess | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| A Willow Tree | 1 | 07/13/2009 |
| Shadows | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| This moment | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| People always leave... | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| Lying on the Floor | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| Russian Roulette | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
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