A poem I wrote to one of my ex-girlfriends while I was locked up.
For a full year,
We have had bad times,
Yet we're still here.
All these dark nights,
You've brought me through,
I don't know how,
But you do.
Like an angel,
You came to me,
And gave me glasses,
So that I could see.
You've held me through,
The darkest of nights,
It may be wrong,
But it sure feels right.
I thank yo,
For all of this,
That's why I sealed,
This letter with a kiss.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2007-10-10 at 22:13
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It May Be Wrong
We've known each other,For a full year,
We have had bad times,
Yet we're still here.
All these dark nights,
You've brought me through,
I don't know how,
But you do.
Like an angel,
You came to me,
And gave me glasses,
So that I could see.
You've held me through,
The darkest of nights,
It may be wrong,
But it sure feels right.
I thank yo,
For all of this,
That's why I sealed,
This letter with a kiss.
Poetry by Justin
Read 528 times
Written on 2007-10-10 at 22:13
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