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

January 17, 2014

For Bayleigh

by Bobby R.

I used to love to look at you,
I used love your laugh,
I miss the way I'd come unglued,

I loved the way we meshed

I loved the honesty we shared,

and living without fear,
I loved the thought of
having you forever, always here

But today I cannot look at you,

not the same now, anyway,
what happened to the way we were,
why did it have to change?

Without you I feel broken,
Like I never will move on,
I was in love with you,

I am now, and may forever be,
please just help me now,
please just help me see.

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