lisa parks

The Past Is Gone - Poem by lisa parks

I remember every time you
wore perfume you smelt
like flowers.

During the years we had
arguments, tears, and happiness.

Realizing that you’re gone
really hurts me inside.
Realizing that the past is

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  • Aldo Kraas (3/24/2007 7:35:00 PM)

    This poem is sad
    But well written

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 24, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 6, 2011

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