well i love to write but most of the time they aren't happy poems
I cant believe you went away
The memories of you will always stay
The wonderful times we both had
All of the good times and the bad
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as cold as death my eyes must be,
for no one knows just who i am.
as cold as death my heart must be,
for not one will venture in.
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If i could build stairs,
To Where you are.
I would walk a million miles to get there.
Just to see your face one more time.
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