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That One Day
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November 2012 Every time before i write,
i think of that one great night,
or one great day, no matter what she may say,
i'll never forget you, or one single day,
still waiting for the day you call me to say,
that you miss me too since that one day,
sorry you say? you acted strange?
used an excuse called "i just changed",
we all adapt to what is around us,
i hope you're happy, oh you just found trust?
that makes two of us, i may miss you,
but that doesn't mean over her i'd kiss you,
even when i wish you nothing but the best,
i can't still promise about the rest,
what do i have left when i forget all our memories?
nothing yet everything, cause they're all great friends to me.
Some of the wording makes
Some of the wording makes it a little hard to capture what the poet is trying to say...but then at the end there is a great understanding. I really liked the way this was written.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
tends to be my style. its all
tends to be my style. its all a jumbled mess to be cleaned up in the last 4 lines. thanks for the read and comment
can you hear me now?