Racheal Lequeth


The Final Good-Bye


Tears run down my face as I crash to the floor
Everything that is worth fighting for is gone

Misery at its best

I re-play the final words in my head trying to forget the final good-bye
What did I do
I could have made him happy

My heart is gone, no longer beating

Submitted: Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, November 04, 2009

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  • Rookie - 125 Points Romeo Della Valle (11/3/2009 9:47:00 PM)

    Hang in there, my friend, it is not the end of the world! I was there before: 'WHEN LOVE IS GONE', 'IN THE PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS', 'A LOVE'S GAME', 'WHEN LOVE BECOMES A GAME' 'IF BY ANY CHANCE' 'MISS MISSING YOU', 'GOODBYE MY LOVE' and on and on....you are not alone, you got my vote for freely expressing your thoughts and feelings, you got my vote, keep it up, Love and Peace, Romeo (Report) Reply

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