I remember you,
And the way you used to smile,
As if your life was perfect,
And it was, for a while.
I remember you,
And how you used to be,
So full of life, and joy, and care,
And then deserted me.
I remember you,
And how you went away,
I know that you’re not coming back,
Why couldn’t you have stayed?
I know who you were once,
The way a sister would,
But I don’t remember you at all,
I only wish I could.
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Reviewed by Jerry Andrews (Reader)
Reviewed on February 7, 2003
Fine stuff! I swear, you handle the rhythm and rhyme just like I do- I'm not dead yet, so you can't be a reincarnated me, huh?
lol-I love the way you write. And you will only get better- if you try. Jerry-
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lol-I love the way you write. And you will only get better- if you try. Jerry-