Yesterday

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Yesterday

It seems like only yesterday
we were holding each other tight.
Saying we loved one another
and our love would last for life.

When we are together
I see all these visions
of our love lasting forever
and making all the decisions.

Decisions of marriage
and having kids
knowing I might be pregnant
with nine months to forgive.

Forgive ourselves
for doing it so young
but not having regrets
about it being done.

It happened more than once.
Why couldn't we stop then?
Instead of hiding it for two months
and keeping it hidden.

I guess we loved eachother
a little to much
and were not able to stop on another
for making every touch.

All I can say
Is I'm glad it was you.
I'll never touch a guy
the way I touch you.

If only we could have made it better
but now your happy with her
She's very lucky to have you
there's no more I can do!!

Natasha L. Bosko

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Romano commented on Yesterday

11-12-2009

Now this is a love lost gone wrong, doesnt matter how it happens all that matters is the love is there in your mind heart and soul for someone who has moved on and forgot about what really mattered or maybe focus was else where

TheShowMan commented on Yesterday

11-11-2009

Well after reading this It looks like things are not working out, this is very honest and open of you to write this and put it out there. This is terrible though and I feel terrible reading it becuase of the truth in it. I tell you one thing I would not handle this well if I was in your shoes. I think I would make a visit to a mental institution and not want to leave ever. I wish you the best in dealing with is going on.

nbosko

11/11/2009

Thankyou..this happened with the lastguy that I was with before my husband..I am glad that you liked it even though it was a very personal poem.

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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