The music stopped the echo died away Dried and dessicated as the husk of A flower which once meant everything to The person I used to be yesterday
How rich I was then surrounded by love! Now all I have left are these words for you I hope you will take them from my thin hand From what is left of me and understand
I used to be somebody did you know? But none of that matters anymore now I just want to be forgiven then go And have you remember me well somehow
I love you with what is left of my heart My body and my soul love you as one Who wants to make you smile before they part And kiss my closed eyes when my soul has gone
I might have a month I might have a year All I know is I am with you today What is left of me shorn of fame and fear But before I go I just want to say
Thank you for being so kind to me Thank you for understanding me how I did the best that I could to be Somebody worth loving ...loving you now
this is definately one of the sweetest poems i have read of yours.
i admire the gentle touches that you portray through your pen be them sad or not...tc
Steven,
I can't tell you how much this poem touched my heart. It brings tears. I can feel your sadness, your heartache. Outstanding poem, my friend. As Lew say's 'keep venting'.
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i admire the gentle touches that you portray through your pen be them sad or not...tc
Powerfully, poignantly penned: excellent.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I can't tell you how much this poem touched my heart. It brings tears. I can feel your sadness, your heartache. Outstanding poem, my friend. As Lew say's 'keep venting'.
Blessings,
~Linda
Keep venting.
God Bless,
Lew