I close my eyes to see that which I cant see so clearly in front of me,
I never knew what it was to be alone with you, you were as kind as you can be,
but now i come home and it feels empty and alone, nothing but old bended photos of you to hold burns a hole in this young but old tattered soul, forever seems to always be around when it begins but forever never seems to be round in the ends,
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Arr....., your poem is just like a paragraph.Anyway, well penning here.Well done! ! !