I would kill to make you smile
Or to wake up where you are
Or to know just for a second
What he gets to feel everyday.
I would run to the end of God’s Earth
To get away from this Hell you left me in
Or to turn back time to when you loved me.
I’m not sure I ever really had you
But I know for a fact that I lost you
Because you aren’t here now
And even worse, you don’t want to be.
zander foster poetry 
Why is it that we so crave what we take for granted while we have it?
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Ooops nice poem it touches me inside hey
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I am glad it touched you, thank you for taking time to read it.
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Platonic and heartfelt… good job. 😃👍
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A little more than platonic, but I value your interpretation. Thank you for reading 🙂 I’m glad you liked it
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Heartbreaking but beautiful
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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It just like a thorn that growing inside you..hurting you from inside 🙂
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I can see that, good point. Thanks for reading 🙂
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Is it possible that we cannot hate those who have harmed us because we reserve the loathing for ourselves for our shortcomings that caused this to be?
Do we spend endless moments sifting through the rubble hand-picking the nuances of our fault?
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