Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

November 15, 2012

Remember

by SeVayne
A friendship that will never fail.
A love that makes the sun look pale.
A life that passes way too fast.
This is the real me and I will last.
Do you remember the thoughts we used to share?
Do you remember the way you used to care?
Can you tell me why you walked away?
Can you tell me why you couldn't just stay?
Say the words and the poem will end.
Have you finished your apologies?
Well, good. The end.

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