In my mind I see him near ever second his voice i hear yet i see he's fading fast i know his words will never last his warm embrace i long to feel my poor heart i know he's steal does he wonder does he care how can he know of my depair does he long tobe with me will he share the dreams i see what are these things writtin above why,my friends it's called love....
Reason for writing:
well it remindes me of myself growing up i love to write poems
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