Never

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short one about someone that was very close to me that died at a very young age.

Submitted: April 10, 2007

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Tatter tatter, I’m torn to shreds

Pitter patters, running through my head

 

Her laughter, I never heard

Disaster, it’s time to endure

 

Never, held her close to me

Her beautiful eyes, I could never see

 

Hold me now, I think I’m falling again

I’m on my knees, crying out in pain

 

Trying hard, denying to believe

That you and I, could never be

 

Because I miss you

My little girl, I could never see

My little angels gone, with a part of me

 


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