Bounce Edet


A Farewell Massage To My Angel


It's hard to leave without saying good bye
Being with you was like a paradise
But I best be moving on
As life must keeks going on
Though I kept it to my self
When I first came to you my heart was heavy
I was able to express it and now I am happy
It's a loud noisy world we live in
When new doors open we have to move in
But some times we lose our ways
Some things we dream of seems far away
But if we are lucky good lord send someone to bring us home
There's nothing more important than home
Make no never mind about it
Good things we were into it
Loving people is a hard work
But accepting all the wrong and move on is a sort-off
And families with all those life mixing together it gets kind of scary
But if we grab hold of each other and hold on there's nothing more beautiful in the world than we being happy
You are the angel of my heart
And you would ever remaind in my heart
Cause i would never forget you
Please keep a look out never know when I may be back for you.

Submitted: Thursday, December 12, 2013
Edited: Thursday, December 12, 2013
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I dedicate this poem to a lady I love so much

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