Your voice brings up memories
But never the good ones.
Your voice brings me to tears
But never the happy kind.
And if I could ever see you again
I wouldn’t know what to say.
I know that you love me,
I still hear your echos when I awake in the morning.
But I won’t tell you that I love you
Because I can’t make it sound true.
You are the only girl
That I have ever been able to leave.
But don’t think for a second
That I could ever find anyone
Who could replace you- or what we had.
I’m not sorry that I killed you
But God knows I’m sorry that
I couldn’t make you happy.
gostei desse poema. ser parece comigo
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Speechless…
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