lonely love

How It Used To Be

To think of how it used to be
Its just not fair, you dont love me
The romance we had that is now gone
the love we made we have no more
I feel like i am such a fool
to let you just pass by me

I had my chance and now you must go
but the memories we shared i still hold dear
and in my dreams i pray you'd be with me

I can still feel your kisses upon my cheek
as soft as the wind blows on a summers breeze
I can smell your scent like fresh lily flowers
as sweet as an autumn day rain shower

I can still feel your touch upon my velvet skin
your gentle hands touching, my body aching
I can still here your voice as peaceful as a dove
echoing the words of our once happy love.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 29, 2008

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  • tyhtr6 thth (12/29/2008 8:07:00 AM)

    i know exactly how you feel i was with a man for three years he left cause he was scared of responsibility but he got with another women and left me alone with our child when she was just born but before i had my daughter he was the nicest man i ever new i loved him so much but. i don't really know what happened but i wish he was still by my side.

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  • XXxxKimberleyxxXX .. (12/23/2008 5:03:00 AM)

    nice poem i really like all your poems ur a good poet and they are all fantastic and creative 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
    and so on :) kepp up the good work

    xx kimberley xx

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  • Jordan Phoenix (11/30/2008 3:01:00 AM)

    seems like you and i have been through a lot of the same experiences in our own ways.
    this was great! i really enjoyed reading it.

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