So what i died
a little inside
when i saw you turn your back
i thought you'd of said good bye
so much for that
i thought you'd of nodded at me
show me that i wasnt dead to you
so what i died a little in side
whats it to you
i look down that path
the one we could of took together
we could of walk it hand and hand
so what i died a little when i looked back on the road not trodden
well worn, but not by us
so what i died a little inside
whats it too yah
we are dying a little a little daily. good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Like your power in the ending line Kitty. You have alot to say for your age, I like that. keep it up and you will go far. I will pop back to read your other work. Thank you