Where Have You Gone? Poem by Vonda Overlie
Where Have You Gone?
Mornings seem the hardest. You use to be there.
Where have you gone?
I was robbed, what is left is an imposter.
You look, talk even smell the same.
Like a wax museum, I see semblence but the fire has died.
Where is my beauty that shone from within? My sidekick, my friend.
I miss the real you, please bring her back.
Before selfishness set in and stole your heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/18/2024 4:30:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
