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To Get To Here
He led me to another time,
Where I knew I didn't belong,
Even though I loved the moment,
I knew it was all wrong.
He held me close and whispered,
Words I longed to hear,
I swallowed every second,
For this moment we could share.
Am I sorry for my actions,
Have I something to regret,
No I'll hold my memories sacred,
For what I will never forget.
I'll see you in the darkness,
At night in dreams I have,
If I have stepped out of bounds,
For this I will be sad.
But in my life of ups and downs,
In all I say and will ever do,
I will never regret the special times,
I've had to share with you.
All the things we do in life,
Are part of who we've become today,
The memories to get to here,
Are what led us astray.
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Sanja xo
Every moment, every memory make us who we are today.
But I love the way you can embrace the good and bad.
Smile--RaeLynn
Love you sis
Selena
Be always safe,
Karen
Love Tinka
hugs
Fee
This is so beautifully written. I just feel all the emotions..nice!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
I love the sentimental fragility of this poem. Whenever a relationship ends, there's always a time of uncertainty, when the decision is questioned, and then, once that time has passed, we're usually able to look back and reflect upon the relationship, seeing the good times and ignoring the bad, while content to be moving on with our lives.
Thanks for sharing,
Jill
Georg
Love and its repressive voices - between the liberty of release and the inclination to be bound lies the realization of whatever the heck happens when pheromones seize the brain.
Nice interpretation of the tryst of the heart.
~D.
Peace,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)