For My First Love...Steven Scott Williamson. - Poem by sarah sorkin
Your the one who knows everything about me.
I love you more than anyone and anything in the world.
we shared our love once before,
left a big sore after you left.
i could never sleep at night
the sight of you kill me.
Six months passed by and you were back by my side.
I promised to you love always
and so did you.
Two months went by and i had a sudden change of heart.
I was not honest with you and you hated me for that too.
You told me to never talk again,
and our love would never cross paths again.
I cried for so long
begged you not to leave.
Seems like a million years,
all the tears.
I'm down on my knees tried of being so lonely! !
I'm sorry i hurt you babe
please stay with me always.
You deleted everything about me,
my facebook, phone number, everything.
you even isolated yourself from other people,
even moving on was to much for you
always brought me to mind.
I only deleted you because you wanted me too....
I still love you, I guess it takes losing someone to figure out how much you actually loved them.
After a months or so i said hi and that i missed you so much
i asked if you hated me but i know you didn't.
now we are talking again
and i know what i did was wrong
but i always loved you from the start
and i always will.
I'll love you till my life runs out,
till there is nothing left in the world.
Your my love,
the one for me.
you kept telling me there will come a time
and forever be in my arms tonight.
Your my one and only
and i mean that.
i was tired of being lonely
never gave them what they needed
Theres one thing you should know
we can live this way.
so just stay with me always.
My hear is getting stronger
eat and every day.
I know what i want and i cant waste any time.
i give you my heart....
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