melissa chabot Poems

You're the first thing I think of
Each morning when I rise.
You're the last thing I think of
Each night when I close my eyes.
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in the blink of an eye
i again, have become so shy
shut deeply away
im breaking with each passing day.
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I took your love for granted,
Could not see through my blind eyes,
I did not know how much I loved you,
Now, in pain, I realize.
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I never knew there would be a better tomorrow
But you've come into my life and taken away all my sorrow

My days of sadness are a thing of the past
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