Miserable

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem I wrote about my best friend who left and moved away to Italy. It hurts when someone leaves, but most of the time we move on...but not me.

Submitted: July 26, 2008

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Submitted: July 26, 2008

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You killed me and left me ruined. You stained my heart for life. I wish you were here now. What I feel for you is persice. I miss you everyday. I cry every week. It saddens me because your myspace says, you want nothing to do with me. I'm sorry that you left. I'm sorry I couldn't tell. I'm sorry I'm the reason your life went down the well. Maybe you'll forgive. And hopefully, I'll forget. But it brings tears to my eyes everytime I think back. Baby, I have my reasons. First loves never end. I'm sorry that I loved you, my brother till the end.


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