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This was what they said about Bothwell third husband and the less well-known, but even more interesting... » Read
This one came out of me when i was actually waiting for my life to happen. its very close to me and will be close to every other individual who reads it because at one point of life or the other we wait for things to happen, having done our part.
I missed my chance, and now i can't live with it.
Cause someone else took it, and she's loving him.
Poetry | Updated May 13, 2009 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Its a small poem that describes sbout a friendship between a guy and a girl who were so sensitive for each other that they did not shy away to tell their feelings...
Certain things make me wonder. An incident occured that I was unable to take part in, but the story has made my mind just think and ask questions. I rarely write about work, outside of a comedic stand point, and I have seen this situation before, but this time served as the eye opener.