Donna Cabela

What About Love?

Remember the day you asked me, bout the things i like to do..
The way you looked at me seemed to bother me so soon.
Remember the times, you waited for me to stay and share,
To laugh and cry, on your shoulders I rest
Remember those tears you cried, patiently I listened.
Beside you I stayed, time spent was forever..

‘Till we here stand together, our hands are cold.
Our hearts not bold, we are but to err..
I have had my own story, in a different world;
A place you haven’t seen, you never asked about..

Wishing you will ask again, utter the words I long to hear..
Remind me of the memories shared, smile once again and care..
I wonder if you know, that part of you is missing...

Time keeps on flying, hard times are coming..
That missing piece is me and it is bound to ruin me..
You have but empty words for me.. you are about to lose me..

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 12, 2009

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