Leaving a party always makes me sad
Leaving behind all the fun I had
Saying goodnight to all my friends
and the walking home all alone again
All alone, a pain inside
The laughter, the music I want to hide
A burning feeling, deep longing
Ahh, those memories, I want to cling
All those memories that we share
The slow dance and sweet smell of your hair
I hated to leave all the fun I had
Leaving a party always makes me sad
this wonderful little poem brings back memories of some parties I attened and just didn't want the evening to end. Another lovely poem for the beautiful trio, Excellent work my poet friends. Melvina
Sounds like a wonderful party. Now what I want to know is when and where is the next one?
A really nice write! pleasure to read! ! Was David last to leave the party? *10*! ! Friend Thad
This has a sweet, gentle rhythm to it that I like.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If the party brings together.. Peace, partnership and collaboration.. in the form of a Trichotomous writers' celebration, well done and who cares if you leave, I can see there will be reason for a next time... l! ! ! Look forward to more..