
A poem about someone who had killed herself and was writing to her true love. /3
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Words: 166 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-20-12 - Status: Complete - id: 2999044
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I just wanted you to know,
That I am with you where ever you go.
I know my heart has stopped the pulsing,
But, my dear friend, I want you to know you are not what was causing,
All of the pain I felt inside.
Because I always wanted to hide,
Means that I was better off if I died.
We had this dream that we would grow old
But I felt it was better off if the stories were untold.
I know that I caused you such great pain,
Cutting down to my very veins.
I had time to realize,
That life wasn't on my side.
I just wish that I had the chance,
To give you one last dance.
Now that I am gone,
I hope you remember that my love for you will continue on 3
I hope you guys like it. Its a sad poem, I think. But its really dear to me.
Thank you guys for reading
R&R?
Sierra~~
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