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Who Holds The Key?

Poetry By: Soccer0918

Tags: Key, Save, Dad, Love, Gone, Strong, Hope

My dad passed away and I like to express it in poetry. So here it is.

Submitted:Jan 17, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Two years have passed Its gone by so fast My time with you didn't last Christmas brings memories back Sometimes they are pitch black Theres a lot I want to take back I regret not saying goodbye Why did you have to die When all I can do is cry Nothing will ever be the same That's it I'm done playing this game Everything in my life has gone insane I'm sick of breaking down Nobody hears a sound It's useless I'll never be found Nothing is the same anymore I wish things could go back to the way they were before I don't want to do this anymore The only thing I have is being strong I've been strong for too long Everybody will be sorry when I'm gone Somebody save me I need to be set free Who holds the key


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