Walk with me


  • Love
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  • Sadness

    Walk with me

    I lingered too long
    for somebody to come along.
    Now i don't have the time,
    I've somehow passed my prime.

    I sit here thinking,
    that sense of sinking.
    I want to start over,
    hope to make me stronger.

    Faults i have learnt,
    from true love that burnt.
    But i always forgived,
    and never really lived.

    One day I will feel,
    my heart will reveal;
    life is a journey I create,
    and if it means with you, I'd wait.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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