You gave up and left.
Just decided we were through.
Not a real explanation
For why you just quit.
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Fore little letters.
_ _ _ _
They make my heart go
Pitter Patt.
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Solemnly, Mornfully,
I look in there eyes
There hair in there face
The teirs in there eyes
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Walk in
Open eyes.
See faces
Of loved ones
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Sitting in my room
Thoughts come with a boom
I want your arms around me tight
And you to talk to me all night
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The mind of a poet.
Its not neat, clean, or tidy.
Nothings in order,
A paper hear a paper there.
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To say the least,
I’m not pleased.
Nor am I surprised.
This little bundle
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I walk down the halls.
Everything blurs by.
Whats that? A football.
Huh? Oh lamps
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Im sorry for all the mean things I said
Im sorry for ever time I yelled at you.
Im sorry for leaving the house when Im mad.
Im sorry for not being there for you.
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