I'm no poet, just life things floating about in my head.Closer to lyrics then poetry, lifes a song. Pent up ghosts, inside for too long. Many on this site will know what I'm talking about.
Mike
Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow
Loss of the moments you two should have shared
Loss of opportunities to show her you cared
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I thought of you with love today
But that is nothing new
I thought about you yesterday
And the days before that too
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She filled my world with sunshine
I thanked her with clouds of rain
She made me feel complete and loved
I failed for her to do the same
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