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Poetry By: parkelis

Answer me, baby please.

Submitted:Apr 24, 2011    Reads: 36    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

Why won't you answer me?
Is it dead; is this our end?
If so, when's the funeral for the long-gone friend?
Please say you're having one.
In the honor of what used to be so grand, so fun.
Gosh, do you even remember?
Oh, there was that one timeā€¦last December.
Together, in a sea of joy and bliss, our hearts swam.
Since them, I can say I lost a part of who I am.
I trusted in me, I trusted in you,
And most importantly, I trusted in us. Ugh. I'm about to turn blue.
Never, not even for one single instant, did I foresee
THIS as were we were meant to be.
God, this can't be for real.
I promise, I'll never, never recover, I'll never deal.
I held on to you with ever fiber, for even in your darkest hours.
And now, it's all turning black; there die the flowers.
The ones you gave to me, lusty red roses.
Look what you've done. Everyone's crying, covering their eyes, and blowing their noses.
Why you gotta get up and leave?
Who was I to you, what am I to believe?


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