Loved Ones Gone
I'm ashamed of some things in my past.
My relationships never seem to last.
I love the ones that I held dear.
But it's hard to keep you near.
We're all afraid to lose our heart.
Wishing that we'll never part.
But things and people change.
Love and life are strange.
I drink my tea, think of loved ones gone.
They're still in my dusk, still in my dawn.
They made me who I am, and I made them.
I dedicate to them, the gist of this poem.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-08-24 at 00:58
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